A few customers sat in the coffee shop located on a terrace midway up the hotel while a cool afternoon breeze brushed over them. The fragrant aroma of coffee lingered in the air and a display of intricate desserts was arranged in front of them…everything was relaxing and comfortable.
Gino lightly swirled his coffee, his eyes on the man reading the script across from him. He looked down at the script occasionally as well, but most of the time, his line of sight was on Tang Feng. There was an oddly familiar feeling about the other actor. Just what was it about him?
The feeling had been there since they’d first met. It was also the reason he’d asked Director Li Wei to give Tang Feng a chance. When one of Lu Tian Chen’s assistants had called, asking him to contact Tang Feng, much to his own surprise, he agreed even though he rarely participated in variety shows.
“Even if you keep staring at me, I won’t turn into a flower.” Turning the page, Tang Feng took a sip of his coffee without looking up. He took his coffee without sugar or milk, it was an old habit of his that never changed.
Gino rested his chin on his hand; his sunglasses covering his eyes. With a slight smile, he said, “You’re already a flower.”
“If I’m a flower, then what are you?” Tang Feng snickered. It was the first time someone had compared him to a flower.
“Me? As for me, I’m the gardener who takes care of the flowers, but I could also be a flower thief.” Gino laughed as he spoke. “What do you think?”
“I find you boring. What you say is silly without any significant value. If you really were a gardener, then you wouldn’t be able to grow any flowers at all.” Raising an eyebrow, Tang Feng spoke in an uninterested, bored tone.
Gino’s eyes suddenly widened. “Tang, do you know? Ever since the first time I saw you, I’ve had a very weird feeling, like I’ve met you before.”
Tang Feng’s heart skipped a beat, but he continued looking down at the script. He had read up to the point where the two characters were bickering at each other. Thinking of their past and now the present, Tang Feng quietly laughed to himself. At that moment, it certainly seemed like they were “quarrelsome lovers.”
“I know I’m your dream lover. You don’t need to repeat it,” Tang Feng joked.
“No, not that,” Gino shook his head, eyes still staring at Tang Feng, as if trying to decipher the other’s thoughts. In the end, all he saw was an indifferent, composed man drinking coffee.
“Do you know Fiennes Tang?” Gino asked.
“Yes, of course, he’s famous.” Not only that, the two of them were very familiar with each other.
Gino continued, “Tang, you’re really similar to him. Even your names are the same. Look, you both like coffee without sugar.”
“This is a preference that many people could have.”
“Not just this. You probably can’t imagine it, but what you just said is exactly the same as what Fiennes had told me before. He always told me that I’m a boring and silly person, and that everything I said was meaningless.” With a hint of sadness in his eyes, Gino sighed, “Fiennes was a really good man, but… Even God was jealous of him, and took him away early as a punishment.”
Tang Feng raised his head and put the script in his bag. They were supposed to be discussing the movie, but not even one sentence of their conversation so far had anything to do with it. Since the topic was on “Fiennes Tang” now, Tang Feng’s interest piqued. He wanted to know what kind of person he was from Gino’s point of view.
After all, Gino had just said that he was a good man.
“It sounds like you were really close with him,” Tang Feng said. “What kind of person was he?”
“Fiennes?” Gino shook his head and smiled. As though reminiscing the past, he looked at the cup of black coffee in his hands. “He looked mature, calm, and charismatic on the outside, but he’s actually proud and self-assured. Sometimes you can’t help but tease him. For some reason, I especially liked seeing him bristle all over.”
“I recall that he had heart disease.” Treating a sick person like that, Gino, you bastard!
Proofreaders: Channie, dinoj