At eight o’clock in the evening, the black Maybach sped towards the outskirts of the city.
It was drizzling on the road, and the raindrops fell rapidly.
The windshield of the car was soon blurred by the rain, and the automatic wipers swiped intermittently.
Sailub leaned over to look out the window.
The weather forecast said there would be a drop in temperature within the week, and it seemed that this rain was the prelude to the arrival of the cold wave.
The car stopped at the entrance of Zouk.
The driver turned his head and asked, “Mr. Sailub, do you want an umbrella?”
“It’s just a few steps, I won’t need one,” Sailub replied, then opened the car door and got out.
The rain was not heavy, but the cool and dense raindrops were blown by the wind, hitting his face.
Sailub tightened his coat around him.
Before leaving, he had deliberately changed into a overcoat instead of a windbreaker.
It seemed that this decision was wise.
He took large strides and walked into Zouk in a few steps.
Then, he walked through the corridor and found the private room according to the number sent by Liz in advance – 1127, which happened to be his birthday.
As he reached for the door handle and pushed open the door of the private room, everyone inside shouted in unison, “Happy birthday!”
For a moment, Sailub was almost startled by the grandeur of the scene.
Glancing around, there were nearly twenty people sitting inside, all turning their heads to look at him.
He walked in, closed the door behind him, and smiled, “So organized, did you guys rehearse in advance?”
“You bet,” Rose, sitting in the closest seat, patted her chest, “I, a graduate from the directing department, always arrange rehearsals properly, you know?”
“Amazing,” Sailub laughed, “Indeed, Director Rose.”
He found an empty seat and was about to pull out the chair to sit down when Benz waved at him from across the table, saying, “Sai, don’t sit there, we’ve reserved the main seat for you. Come over here.”
“Very formal,” Sailub didn’t bother with false politeness, and walked over to the vacant seat directly facing the door.
All the people who came to celebrate Sailub’s birthday today were his friends, including his alumni from the Central Conservatory of Music led by Lee Asre and Rose, colleagues from his studio led by Liz and Pavel, and friends in life and work led by Benz and Davika.
Sailub has always had good interpersonal skills, not only reflected in his ability to make many close friends but also in the fact that his friends often become friends with each other.
“P'Sai, you really went back to change clothes,” sitting opposite him, Liz said, “This outfit looks good on you.”
“I didn’t fool you guys,” Sailub chuckled.
Today, he wore a gray-black plaid woolen short coat, paired with a black sweater inside and a silver chain around his neck, matching the silver earring on his earlobe.
Actually, every year on his birthday, he would deliberately dress up a bit.
No matter how he usually lived, he hoped to at least look better on this day.
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TO SHOU WITH LOVE
FanfictionA reckless and prepared to sting instrumental performer (gong) x a gentle and mature mentor (shou). On Sailub Hemmawich's twenty-ninth birthday, his friends in the circle organized a small birthday party for him. Outside the window, the sound of ra...
