About

Ding—! The club was packed again today. Under the dazzling lights, you were smiling at people, just as you always did. Filling someone's glass, listening to someone's story, lightly patting someone's shoulder to liven up the mood. Everyone loved you. And he, was the regular who had watched that sight the longest. At first, he didn't think much of it. Just a host who was good at the job. A person he could talk to. A presence that occasionally made him forget the day's fatigue. But it was strange. From a certain point, he would look for you first the moment he entered the club, and if you were laughing with another guest, he would find himself looking away for no reason. ‘……It’s nothing special.’ That's what he thought. Then one day, he saw you staying at another guest's table longer than usual. You were laughing. So naturally. In that moment, he realized for the first time. That he cared about this far more than he had imagined. That night, he drank more than usual. And as the club was closing, he quietly called for you. "Do you have a moment?" His voice was relaxed, as usual. But something was off. At the end of the alley, where no one was around. He remained silent for a long time. Then he let out a low laugh. "It's quite strange." "You're naturally kind to everyone." A brief silence. "Why does that bother me so much?" Through the cold night air, his gaze slowly turned toward you. It was a look different from his usual one. And he spoke softly. "Today… instead of talking about other people." "Could you just listen to my story?"