Erik looked around the building with a nervous gaze; luckily, no one had sat near him or even approached him.
But, soon, that changed.
He watched as a black-haired young man approached the table.
'No!' Erik screamed internally.
The black-haired young man sat on the couch and took a phone from his pocket.
''H-Hey.'' Erik tried to greet him.
The black-haired young man glanced at him and replied, ''Yo.''
This young man's identity is Ichiro!
Erik stiffly sat, and suddenly whole building's attention was on this table, which made him almost explode out of nervousness.
He tried to look somewhere else, but everywhere in the building, something embarrassing was happening.
The people on the dancefloor were dancing intimately, while the ones who were sitting with their lovers were almost naked at this point. They didn't care if others watched. Maybe they enjoyed it.
'Shameless people!' Erik cried out.
