PART 39

A few minutes passed, filled with the clinking of glasses and quiet conversation.  They all drank steadily, the tension slowly easing. "Oh, right," Bright said, taking a sip of his wine. "Prim keeps texting and calling, asking where you are, Nani." Nani lit a cigarette, his gaze distant. "Ignore her," he said, exhaling a plume of smoke. "Don't worry about her." A heavy silence descended, a shared understanding hanging in the air.  They all knew the reason for Prim's persistent calls. Win, attempting to lighten the mood, forced a smile and changed the subject. "Ah, hahaha! So, Sky, how would you like to join our group?" Sky looked puzzled. "Uh, what group?" "F4," Win explained, "but it'll be F5 if you join us."

"If that's okay with everyone." Sky answer.