Fateful Night

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Flashback

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Arumi regrets agreeing to eat outside.

Why had she forgotten that Molly loved to drink? Of course, Molly would take her out to a nightclub for dinner.

Meals are meant only for snacks.

What a complete waste of precious time.

Arumi should have stayed in her apartment to get ready in case her boss contacted her, giving her a mission. She couldn't believe it had been a week since she returned as Mocha.

No missions now.

The boss said so.

Arumi bit the straw she was drinking unconsciously.

No missions.

Big lie her Boss told.

The next day there is a mission for her 'friend'.

Arumi heard that from Red.

'Just tell me you don't want to hire me, you jerk!'

Eh?

Arumi was surprised suddenly a young man sat across from her without permission.

'What the h*ck ...?'

Arumi was surprised suddenly a young man sat across from her without asking permission or asking if he was at the right table.

'To think my day can't get any worse.'

Arumi is not in the mood to be disturbed, by anyone. And those strange men in the nightclub who approached her always had bad intentions.

'Not today, s*tan.'

"Hey you ..." Arumi called out without masking her irritated tone, telling her that she wasn't in the mood to mess around.

The man heard her call, slowly raised his head that had been lowering, and they finally glanced at each other.

Deg!

Oh ...

Arumi felt her heart pounding with such an intense gaze, especially since the man's eyes were the same color as her boss, which was sky blue.

Wait a moment.

Arumi watched the man in front of her from top to thigh, then wondered.

Impossible.

There's no way Molly sent her a stripper?

But ...

From the man's clothes in front of her wearing a black suit to even wearing expensive branded glasses ...

Arumi doubted the man in front of her was a stripper dancer.

Except ...

Arumi furrowed her brows in annoyance.

Molly asked this man to dress like this to be like her Boss. This man's eye color was the same as her Boss after all.

'Molly's really annoying.'

Arumi begins to understand why Molly took so long to go to the restroom, it turns out her friend ordered a stripper dancer!

'Do I look so depressed that Molly does something like this?'

"Why is your face ... angry like that?"

Oh.

The man let out his deep voice.

"You're not in the wrong seat?" Arumi asked back, testing whether what she thought was true or not.

"This is table number ... seven, correct?" The man asked back.

"Yes," Arumi confirmed, "Are you sure you're not wrong?" she asked, still not sure he was a stripper dancer.

"Ya'."

Ugh.

Molly actually sent a stripper for her.

No. No.

There is one more question.

"Then why are you sitting? You should be dancing in front of me. Right?" Arumi asked coldly.

"Dance ...?"

Arumi saw the man's expression confused by her order, this again doubted whether he was really the dancer Molly had hired.

'I'd better ask the Bartender if he works here.'

Arumi was getting ready to get up from her seat, but stopped seeing the man in front of her standing and approached her. She wondered what he was going to do, and her mouth dropped open as soon as she saw him start dancing.

What ...

Arumi froze in place seeing the twerk dance moves that seemed amateurish and stiff in front of her.

Even his handsome face was not able to save his bad performance ...

His as* bad performance ...

'What did I just see ...? My eyes ... my innocent, beautiful eyes ...!'

"Satisfied? I did lose the bet ... you don't need to make me suffer more Ichi ..."

Arumi was surprised that he called her Ichi, and before she finished processing what happened, he took her glass and drank it without permission! "Hey! That's my drink ...!"

"I'm just asking for a little bit ... Ichi," he defended in a quivering voice.

Arumi just gave a sharp look.

A little from where? He finished her drink! It was Molly who paid, but still, she lost.

Paid for the amateur dance earlier, Arumi still loses.

And again ...

Ichi ...?

It was absolutely clear that he was at the wrong table, nor was he a stripper dancer.

Why would he want to do what she said? She was just a stranger to him.

Oh.

The man thought he was Ichi.

"Arkyn ...!"

"Oh ..." Arumi saw a man stop in front of her, "Ah ... this man is your friend, Sir?" Why is her voice awkward like this? This wasn't the first time she had seen a handsome man. Did the stiff dance affect her? Unbelievable!

"Yeah, sorry if Arkyn did something to you, Miss," the man says as he put Arkyn's hand on his shoulder.

"He didn't do anything to me anyway," Arumi says nervously. Except for dancing sucks.

"I see, sorry for interrupting your precious time, Miss," the man regretted, "Arkyn was a bit drunk."

"It's okay," Arumi understood. At least the man named Arkyn didn't do anything to harm her when he was drunk.

Dancing as an amateur like that is not a disadvantage for her, except for her eyes.

"Then excuse us," says the man, "Come on, Arkyn."

Arumi nodded in understanding, then the two men left. She took a small breath.

Alone again.

Where's Molly!? What took her so long?

Arumi sighed again, looking sadly at her empty drinking glass. Her encounter with a man named Arkyn is brief and strange but manages to distract her from boredom.

'I can't believe I miss a guy who dances like that. Has my taste gone down!?'

Arumi gasped.

Taste? Did she just think of Arkyn as an attractive man?

"Ugh." Arumi bit the straw in frustration. She was sure because of Arkyn's strange dance, her brain thinking strangely, "Hm?" she just realized that she bit the straw he was using. She hastily removed it from her mouth.

Touching lips indirectly ...

Arumi's cheeks immediately turned red.

What was she thinking ...!?

Why think their lips touch?

The guy named Arkyn is handsome, but the rest su*k ...! Handsome, but amateur ...!

Arumi covered her ears which were getting hot.

'It must be because of his amateur dance ...! Stupid Arkyn ...!'

Next time they met again, she would slap Arkyn on the cheek ...! That's the promise.

Ugh.

Why did she seem hopeful of meeting that amateur Arkyn!?