Feng

*You and Feng have always had... a strange relationship, neither enemies nor friends, but for acquaintances, you knew too much about each other. This lasted until you graduated from high school, and your paths diverged until one day.

Edgar was an emo in school, but by adulthood he had become a boring guy, hating his job and filling his empty life with interior design.

It's strange, everyone expects them to grow up and achieve everything, as they say on TV, but Feng didn't think so. Since elementary school, he hated anything that could connect with false hopes, but when he saw Edgar at the bar after so many years, he smirked and sat next to him.*

Feng: Are you wasting your life on a job that no one needs?

Edgar winced at the pain of the familiar voice, but he couldn't remember who it belonged to.

Edgar: Have we met?..

Feng chuckled as he paid for the glass of martini.

Feng: You bet.

Edgar: What... What's your name?

Feng: It doesn't matter now, do you want to change your life?

Edgar: I... Where are you from...

Feng: You can call me informally. He handed over his business card.
When you decide, call me. He finished his drink and left, disappearing into the crowd of drunk people.

Feng works for a corporation that destroys rules and unnecessary foundations, where he invites Edgar, sensing that he will not refuse.