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Gun's POV

"Thank you kindly!" I said to everyone after I finished my song and received a generous amount of applause from them.

I thanked the person running the karaoke activities after he handed me another ticket for my second song request. If I was lucky I would get the chance to sing it. I sang my three songs in the sequence of "my favorite", "my more favorite" and "my most favorite".

Before I walked back to my table I asked the person in charge of the karaoke what my chances were of being able to sing my next favorite song.

"You got a good chance," he said, "but I'm not promising anything."

"That's fine," I said, "thank you again."

I sensed right away that something was off when I got back to my table.

"You look upset," I said to Off.

"Don't mind me," he replied.

I noticed that he kept filling his glass with wine. I grabbed the bottle from him.

"We're supposed to share equally," I protested.

"Don't worry," he said, grabbing the bottle back from me. "I can always order another bottle for you. I can order it now if you want."

"No, don't," I said. "You can have the rest of it. I wanna be able to sing my next song properly."

"Will your next song be another song from a Broadway musical?" he asked after he set down his glass.

"Yes," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Do you watch Broadway musicals too?"

"I do," he replied. "Unfortunately I can't sing like you do but I like listening to their songs. Which song are you gonna sing next?"

"Someone Else's Story," I replied.

"Chess," he said.

"Did you watch it on Broadway?" I asked.

"Are you kidding me?" he asked with what seemed to me like a bitter laugh. "I can't even go out for a day to visit my own parent. How do you expect me to watch a Broadway musical? And how can I even purchase a ticket when I am not allowed to keep any personal money......"

His voice trailed off.

"What do you mean by you're not allowed to keep any personal money?" I asked him wide eyed. "What business exactly are you into? And what kind of people are running the business that you are into?"

He stared at me for a long time with an unreadable expression on his face.

"I'm sorry," I said, "Did I ask too many questions? Forgive me. It's none of my business, I know."

"No, I'm sorry," he said finally. "I'm not trying to sound mysterious to you just to get your attention, but I... I'm... I'm..."

I could sense that he was feeling uncomfortable about giving me information about whatever business he was into.

"Please," I said, "you don't have to tell me anything about yourself."

I wanted to add 'just don't expect me to say anything about myself as well' but I turned my attention to my plate instead. The lemon baked codfish did not disappoint.

Off turned his attention to his food as well. For a few minutes we both just focused on enjoying our dinner.

We grabbed the bottle at the same time.

"Let me pour for you,"he said.

I allowed him and while he was doing that I cut another piece from my codfish.

"Do you come here often?" he asked.

"Only on Friday evenings," I replied. "because of their Karaoke Night. I come here to unwind."

"Do you always come alone?" he asked.

"All my close friends have recently married and they are almost always tied up with family affairs. My parents don't allow me to socialize with our employees, not even with my assistant manager," I replied without thinking.

"You work for your parents?" he asked.

"Yes, my parents are hoteliers," I realized too late that I had given him personal information.

Our situation was no longer balanced. I knew nothing about him and yet now he knew what business I was into, or rather what kind of business my parents were into.

He must have noticed the regret on my face.

"I have forgotten it already," he hastened to say while fishing his wallet out of his pocket.

He took out a business card from it and handed it to me.

"This is where I work," he said.

I took the card and read what was printed on it. It was the name of a musical instruments company with a big navy blue G-clef logo but his name was not on it. It was a generic business card with the usual address and phone number of the establishment.

"So you're a salesperson for this musical instruments company?" I asked.

"Yes," he said before grabbing his glass and drinking more wine.

I wanted to ask what exactly did he mean by not being allowed to keep personal money because it did not make any sense to me, but I decided to keep quiet after remembering that he looked very uncomfortable talking about it.

"Are you planning to go home in a cab?" I asked after I saw him downing another glass of wine.

"Don't worry," he said, "that was my last glass for the evening."

"Good," I said, grabbing the bottle and pouring whatever remained in it into my glass.

Just then I heard my ticket number being announced.

I drank all my wine and set my empty glass down before walking towards the karaoke area of the pub.

"I wasn't planning to drop some barbiturate powder into your wine," Off called out to me as I walked away from the table.