
After a long morning with the client in D City, I was supposed to be on my return journey immediately. The thought of the upcoming meeting in my office before dinner filled me with a sense of repulsion.
The client, who had been exceptionally kind throughout our collaboration, suggested having a farewell lunch together and offered to drive me to the airport afterward. Sensing my hesitation, he added, "I`ll invite Mr. Lau to join us." "Who is Mr. Lau?" I asked. "The guy who sat across from you at last night`s dinner and according to him once had a memorable encounter with Saddam Hussein." "Alright, I`m in," I promptly agreed to his proposal.
The dinner from the previous night had been rather lackluster. As the hosting party, the client tried to engage everyone but his attempts fell flat, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere. But amidst that mediocrity, Mr. Lau stood out. With extensive experience working in various Middle Eastern countries, he had fascinating stories to share, including a visit to Saddam Hussein`s palace. Additionally, he possessed remarkable linguistic skills, being fluent in Arabic, Persian, and even having some knowledge of Hebrew. However, there was another reason why I found myself drawn to Mr. Lau during last night`s gathering, a secret that the client was unaware of. I couldn`t help but be captivated by one peculiar aspect of Mr. Lau`s behavior. Whenever he took a sip of tea or water, he emitted a distinct and almost comical sound, rarely heard in formal settings. The sound occasionally broke the silence, adding an unexpected touch of amusement to an otherwise ordinary evening.
As the client and I arrived at the restaurant for our farewell lunch, I was filled with anticipation for Mr. Lau`s arrival. We settled at our table, surrounded by a tantalizing array of appetizers. However, anticipation soon turned to anxiety as we waited for Mr. Lau. He called to inform us that heavy rainfall had caused a traffic jam, delaying his arrival. With each passing minute, the once-warm dishes grew colder. Aware that there were barely two hours left before my flight, I faced a challenging decision: should I leave immediately to avoid missing my flight, or should I extend my stay, hoping to witness Mr. Lau`s unique drinking style once more? The allure of experiencing that peculiar behavior won me over, perhaps amplified by my reluctance towards the impending meeting at my office. Thus, I decided to stay, hoping that Mr. Lau would arrive soon.
After what felt like an eternity, Mr. Lau finally appeared, leaving me with just an hour and a half before my flight`s departure. We exchanged quick greetings, and as he took a sip of his hot green tea, I couldn`t suppress my amusement. I felt my waiting here was worth it. With time ticking away, I swiftly rose from my seat, shook Mr. Lau`s hand, and bid him farewell. "I admire those who can regularly enjoy tea with Mr. Lau," I thought to myself.
It was time to rush to the airport. Unfortunately, heavy rain and traffic awaited me outside. When I finally reached the airport, my heart sank as I discovered that my flight had departed a mere five minutes earlier. Seeking solace, I sought refuge in a nearby café and ordered a cup of iced coffee.
As I took sips of the coffee, lost in my thoughts, an unexpected loud slurping sound escaped my lips, startling even myself.
"Mr. Lau has cast a spell on me," I mused quietly.
