Just as Cynthia said, after we said our goodbyes, a final meeting was organized. During it, Erwing discussed with the group the decision between organizing a haunted house or setting up a host cafe for the school festival. Almost all the girls in our class voted for the latter. And although it was very unfortunate for us, we swallowed our discontent. We didn't say it out loud, but each of our expressions spoke volumes: we were all disappointed with the idea. But reluctantly, we ended up accepting.
The activity itself wasn't very difficult; it only required us, the male students, to play the role of butlers, with formal suits, refined manners, and a helpful disposition that many of us didn't possess even if we were born again. Erwing, with his unwavering attitude of responsibility, personally took it upon himself to convince us, one by one. It wasn't an easy task.
