Made Easy

Just like the other private clubs and bars that I’ve been to, there were many staff and guards at the entrance to check for entry requirements. I presumed that Adrian must have given me their name as his guest. After giving them my name and telling them that I was here to see Adrian, one of the staffs quickly led me inside.

It wouldn’t be called a jazz bar without jazz music. The inside was much darker than I had imagined, and it was a little hard to see at first. The stage where the live jazz band was playing was quite large and very eye-catching with all the spotlights. I wasn’t a big fan of jazz music, but I didn’t particularly hate it either. I reminded myself that I wasn’t here for the music as my insides started churning from nervousness.

“He’s waiting for you over there,” the staff told me.

“Thank you…” I thanked the young woman with an appreciative nod of my head.

Although the place was quite dark, each table seemed to be adequately lit up with orange candlelight. I stood a