I couldn't help but look at it a few more times. I can't help feeling strange and normal.

When he saw me looking at him, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Would you like a drink?"

I instinctively shook my head, a little embarrassed, "No."

In theory, neon lights were swaying, and shadows were crisscrossed. In such a place that looks free and relaxed, he should have a glass of sake or a cocktail, but instead, he was holding a coke.

But even with the lights and music, no one felt uncomfortable. There were adults, children, and so even if the lights were changing colors, people were singing, everything still...