I had been waiting for Kwon to arrive. We were supposed to meet at 6 PM and I arrived at this French restaurant, Épicure. I looked up the name to kill time as I waited since 5:40 and learned that it was a reference to a Greek philosopher Epicurus, associated with the love of fine food and pleasure.
How apt.
It was the last piece of pleasure in his life that would be denied. His voracious appetite unsatisfied, the panted-up desires in his groin unreleased. He will die wanting, unfulfilled - a life of success ending with a failure.
The waiter came around 6:05 to ask again if I wanted anything, I ordered a bottle of sparkling water again. I knew I'd have to pay for it this time, but this was no big deal compared to what Kwon was going to pay.
