Dinner? Had he just been asked to dinner by the producer of the label? Shuichi turned a few shades darker, lashes fluttering as he stared. “Well, I—” But the phone was ringing before he could finish his answer. He was actually kind of glad. Why would he ask someone like Shuichi to dinner? Was it really just for business?
Hearing the other man speak in French only furthered his curiosity. It was such a romantic language. Did he speak it naturally? Would he be able to ask about it over dinner?
“A-ah, right!” He whispered softly,scrambling out of his chair and nearly running into the door frame on his way out. One thing was for sure — he’d have to talk this over with Hiro. Maybe he’d know more about their mysterious producer than he did.
{❄} The secretary at the desk looked up at him, “My, that was quick.” She smiled, glancing at her screen. “Now, shall I add you to his calendar for tonight, or…?”
Back inside the office, Kyn was arguing with his sister in rapid-fire French. As his first language, he didn’t have much of a problem arguing in a heated manner in it. She was insisting on throwing a party for their collective 40th birthday in a couple months, and Kyn was really just not interested.
Even having started his own label wouldn’t impress his brother, who was heading up the old firm their father had created. He wished he could be more chill about everything like his sister was, but, then again- she had toked it up so intensely in college she was most likely still coming off that high. Who knew what she was up to, living with her girlfriend in India.
For the final time, he told her no, before hanging up the phone. He hated the three=way birthdays he’d had to put up with his entire life- downside of being a triplet, he supposed. At least now, he was the same height as his sister- it had only taken him into his late twenties to outgrow being the shortest of three. Remembering all that made him not want to deal with his family even more. He’d have to reschedule a business trip for his birthday.
Caught off guard by the secretary, Shuichi nearly jumped out of his skin. He blushed a bit more deeply and fussed with his pockets, barely able to hold her gaze. What was there to lose? it’d help the band, wouldn’t it? Personal feelings aside, that was a good thing and was worth it.
“Yeah!” He answered. “Ah, is this a particular time and place, or…?"
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