Dahlia's gaze fell upon me. She pursed her lips, looking a little disdainful.
After a few bites of food, I lost my appetite. Naomi proposed going to the second floor for karaoke.
Everyone agreed. After all, they'd missed it every day, while abroad in Europe. When they returned home, there's no way they wouldn't indulge in some karaoke!
The second floor was an entertainment space with a big billiards table in the middle, surrounded by private rooms for singing. The purpose of this design was to consider those that didn't like singing. They could come out to play billiards, which was less rowdy.
"I'm pretty tone-deaf. I can't sing or dance. I can't even rap."
Dahlia was quite similar to me in this regard. She didn’t know how to do any of it, but perhaps she did not enjoy such activities either.
After all, nightlife as such may be frowned upon by those with staunch religious beliefs.
After sitting in the private room for a while, I felt a little bored, so I found an excuse to leave.
In fact, it was Naomi who kept signaling me to leave, so that she and Sebastian could sit together and talk.
Sebastian, being a pretty aloof person, probably had a reason for coming tonight. He had probably been provoked by something. He would have left long ago otherwise.
However, he sat there quietly, and listened to the women belt their hearts out.
As I left the private room, I saw a group of men gathering to play the billiards outside, and there were a few girls occasionally mixed in between.
I didn't think billiards was that popular!
There was nothing else to do, so I found a place to sit down, watching the others lounge around.
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