Round 9 epitomized the essence of jazz in central Tokyo, renowned for featuring a youthful saxophonist who was a real sight for sore eyes. Suguru, aware of his allure, took pride in drawing crowds to the club. In fact, many women watched his performances enchanted, wondering if that cute musician was single or if they had any chance with him. However, they didn’t know that Suguru was already taken by one particular regular.

The poor boy was wondering if he would see her again tonight. He eagerly anticipated her presence, meticulously attired in black trousers, a white dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, adorned with a partially concealed red tie beneath a snug black vest accentuating his muscular frame. Although accustomed to formal attire at work, Suguru had dressed with singular intent tonight.

Fortunately, when he saw a beautiful figure in red crossing the club, he smiled in relief. There she was, so pretty in that long red dress that swayed gracefully with her every step. The girl sat at her usual table, right in front of the stage. Suguru’s performance would start in a few minutes, but he couldn’t resist the urge to finally talk to her.

"Hey, darling. It's good to see you again," Suguru greeted warmly, a smile gracing his face as he leaned in slightly, his hands gently resting on the table before her.

With his long black hair elegantly tied up, nothing obscured the charming grin that played on his lips. His demeanor, a blend of courtesy and playful charm, was captivating.

"May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" he asked, his amethyst eyes tracing the delicate contours of her features.