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A few hours of eating, talking, and catching up passed by. I asked them about the envelope, without mentioning the fact someone left it on the counter which was a few feet away from the window and close to me, in the matter of seconds. I'm not surprised they didn't know anything about it. So naturally, we opened it.

It was an invitation to some kind of club. "Love Bite Host Club" is full the name. Sounds kind of kinky. Why was this left at my house? Did I look young from behind? Shouldn't my grey hair be an indication that I'm old? I'm not old, but shouldn't it be a guess to anyone that don't see my face? But this name.. Maybe my dad is into this stuff? Or my mom?? I'm not going to ask them. I've seen enough by accident..

I thought that I should check the place out, but I was suspicious if it was a trap. At the moment, it was a fishy situation; I got an invitation through the kitchen window by some creep to a place I've never heard of. I did the best I could to help me think; I took a tea break. It's not the normal tea that's in bottles; I use the tea bags because it makes me feel like a fancy English man. Sometimes I even do the "to to to" laugh, but I tend to drink while doing it and it sort of spills the tea everywhere; it's basically like blowing bubbles with a straw but with your mouth. I don't know why it is, but it tastes better when I drink it in a creative way. Like doing that dumb laugh. That sounds like a hipster thing to say. Either way, tea is amazing.

Even after my nice break, I didn't know if I should have gone. It was so sketchy! I went in the end, obviously- but not without a warning to my mom that if they didn't hear from me in a week to alert the police.

It was in that moment when I was looking for the club that I realize how much I sucked with directions. I walked all the way and asked around for pointers to streets. It took me so long because I ended up going south instead of north. I had no idea what was where and I still suck at telling the difference. I learned it originally by Never Eat Soggy Waffles.. now if I knew where I was standing on that acronym, that would be amazing.

So FINALLY I find the club and from the outside, it looks really intimidating from how well put together it is. I saw some guys in a black vest and dress pants and there I was in what basically count as pajamas for me chewing on a wheat stem. I've never been to any fancy looking place- besides the Chinese Buffet, but that doesn't count. I was on the brink of turning right back when I noticed one of the guys stare at me through the window. It felt like forever and there was this tension so strong that I bet the glass would have shattered if I so much as breathed on it. I went in, hesitantly, feeling very out of place and pretty uncomfortable.

Did I say uncomfortable? I was sweating buckets of awkward in the high chair by the bar. I asked the man about the invitation and he smiled and waved it off. Something about getting picked to join. Am I special, then? Apparently, since it meant going though my window to leave an envelope on a table for me. The dude noticed the way I was acting and he told me some stuff about this being a place to enjoy and relax, which was the opposite of me, then. But as time went by, which was like three hours, at least, I calmed down and had a nice plate of cake. No, I don't mean a slice, I mean I ordered a full round cake with a full diameter and radius and all that good stuff that should be parted in a group of 20-something people, but it was all for me. Thank gosh I had my wallet on me. I paid with my winning money from the last eating contest I was at.

I don't know anyone here but I don't mind it anymore. I've got this nice plate of food as company. Who knows, maybe someone will come and want a bite since I've still got a lot left. And I'll reject them cause I want it. But I'll feel bad so I'd give them a crumb when they're about to turn around. No, no, I can't be greedy. What am I supposed to do here? It's very pretty and so far the staff seems really nice, but where's the show of this host club? I've been sitting at this chair for so long that my butt's gone numb and I don't see a stage. Are the performers running late? Hm..

Hope I don't have to show a form of ID next time I come back. Maybe I'll keep the invite handy till then. At least I found a cool hang out spot for when I get bored.

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A few hours of eating, talking, and catching up passed by. I asked them about the envelope, without mentioning the fact someone left it on the counter which was a few feet away from the window and close to me, in the matter of seconds. I'm not surprised they didn't know anything about it. So naturally, we opened it.

It was an invitation to some kind of club. "Love Bite Host Club" is full the name. Sounds kind of kinky. Why was this left at my house? Did I look young from behind? Shouldn't my grey hair be an indication that I'm old? I'm not old, but shouldn't it be a guess to anyone that don't see my face? But this name.. Maybe my dad is into this stuff? Or my mom?? I'm not going to ask them. I've seen enough by accident..

I thought that I should check the place out, but I was suspicious if it was a trap. At the moment, it was a fishy situation; I got an invitation through the kitchen window by some creep to a place I've never heard of. I did the best I could to help me think; I took a tea break. It's not the normal tea that's in bottles; I use the tea bags because it makes me feel like a fancy English man. Sometimes I even do the "to to to" laugh, but I tend to drink while doing it and it sort of spills the tea everywhere; it's basically like blowing bubbles with a straw but with your mouth. I don't know why it is, but it tastes better when I drink it in a creative way. Like doing that dumb laugh. That sounds like a hipster thing to say. Either way, tea is amazing.

Even after my nice break, I didn't know if I should have gone. It was so sketchy! I went in the end, obviously- but not without a warning to my mom that if they didn't hear from me in a week to alert the police.

It was in that moment when I was looking for the club that I realize how much I sucked with directions. I walked all the way and asked around for pointers to streets. It took me so long because I ended up going south instead of north. I had no idea what was where and I still suck at telling the difference. I learned it originally by Never Eat Soggy Waffles.. now if I knew where I was standing on that acronym, that would be amazing.

So FINALLY I find the club and from the outside, it looks really intimidating from how well put together it is. I saw some guys in a black vest and dress pants and there I was in what basically count as pajamas for me chewing on a wheat stem. I've never been to any fancy looking place- besides the Chinese Buffet, but that doesn't count. I was on the brink of turning right back when I noticed one of the guys stare at me through the window. It felt like forever and there was this tension so strong that I bet the glass would have shattered if I so much as breathed on it. I went in, hesitantly, feeling very out of place and pretty uncomfortable.

Did I say uncomfortable? I was sweating buckets of awkward in the high chair by the bar. I asked the man about the invitation and he smiled and waved it off. Something about getting picked to join. Am I special, then? Apparently, since it meant going though my window to leave an envelope on a table for me. The dude noticed the way I was acting and he told me some stuff about this being a place to enjoy and relax, which was the opposite of me, then. But as time went by, which was like three hours, at least, I calmed down and had a nice plate of cake. No, I don't mean a slice, I mean I ordered a full round cake with a full diameter and radius and all that good stuff that should be parted in a group of 20-something people, but it was all for me. Thank gosh I had my wallet on me. I paid with my winning money from the last eating contest I was at.

I don't know anyone here but I don't mind it anymore. I've got this nice plate of food as company. Who knows, maybe someone will come and want a bite since I've still got a lot left. And I'll reject them cause I want it. But I'll feel bad so I'd give them a crumb when they're about to turn around. No, no, I can't be greedy. What am I supposed to do here? It's very pretty and so far the staff seems really nice, but where's the show of this host club? I've been sitting at this chair for so long that my butt's gone numb and I don't see a stage. Are the performers running late? Hm..

Hope I don't have to show a form of ID next time I come back. Maybe I'll keep the invite handy till then. At least I found a cool hang out spot for when I get bored.