at your service [woosan]

thirty eight

San brought Wooyoung to a fancy restaurant at Shinjuku City, where San planned for Wooyoung to experience his first fine dining restaurant. Wooyoung told San he always wanted to try high star michelin restaurants earlier back in the suite.

"Back then, I always want to learn something new, I want to taste different flavours and try to make it myself some times. I always ask Yunho if I could borrow one of his cooking magazines, just so I could have at least some skills in culinary."

"Well, then. I could take you now. Get dressed." San said in an instant which left Wooyoung speechless but excited in the next few seconds.

"But what about, Yunho?"

"He'll be fine. I'll leave him a message since he's out buying some food for Seonghwa. He's been sleeping since the meeting."

The night was chilly, the streets were alive with flashing car lights and people having somewhere to go. It looked like it was about to rain when Wooyoung looked up through the window as there were no stars. The cab stopped and the driver said something in japanese that only San understood.

"Thank you." San said to the taxi driver, handing the money. "Come on. We're here, Woo."

The first thing Wooyoung saw was a long line of customers waiting once he got out of the cab. It made him somewhat anxious, thinking about standing in line for so long. The hostess even looked stressed, trying to calm down the person who was at the front of the line, demanding seats. San took Wooyoung's hand and they went to a different restaurant, which was next to it, where security guards were standing outside. They ere keeping an eye on San and Wooyoung as they walked to the lobby but looked away after noticing their attire. Maybe it convinced them they were from a high class, Wooyoung thought. The lobby was had a huge chandelier, smell of flowers from the vase on the reception desk and quietness filled the air, velvet carpet muted the sound of their heels clicking and marble brown walls. It amazed Wooyoung by how elegant everything was. However, Wooyoung doesn't even know if they were gonna have dinner or have another meeting by the looks of the place. San went to the receptionist while Wooyoung took his time looking around.

"Reservation?' The receptionist stated.

"Choi san. Table for two."

The receptionist went through the guest book and found his name. She called a hostess to guide them to their private room as the person explained to San. She smiled and greeted San and Wooyoung before the hostess guided them to the back to the elevator. Wooyoung noticed the place was quiet and that's because the customers who eats here all eating in their private rooms. The room was even more quiet but it had a cozy vibe. Soft leather couches with a green marble coffee table in the middle. Liquor cabinet by the right of the room and a record player was playing jazz. The lights were warm, not too bright, just enough to set the ambience. A recording of a fireplace was playing on loop on the television which altogether, sets the place like home. The menu was on top of the table. San sat down on the couch and Wooyoung was indecisively want to sit either in front of San or beside San, which turned out to be awkward. San smiled as Wooyoung ended up sitting next to San. San let Wooyoung ordered the food and drinks while he helped with the choices.