Yelson Club was a business owned by the Murphy family. As a wealthy family, it had countless businesses like this in Aneorth.
The usual place was a private room he once reserved for me, and occasionally we would go to the place to sing and have fun.
I guessed that Vincent had returned to his former self and wanted to apologize to me in the bar for what happened during this period of time.
Regardless of the water stains on my body, I ran to the main gate of the school in the autumn wind and hailed a taxi.
The phone was still tightly held in my hand, and the screen was still on WhatsApp.
It was the first message Vincent had sent me since his personality changed drastically a month ago.
I felt a bit relieved.
I hurried to Yelson Club and even straightened my messy hair in the mirror.
Recalling the past, I pushed the door open amidst the deafening rock music and shouted happily, "Vincent."
