Do you remember where you were on your twentieth birthday? I don’t, but the woman in this story does. On her twentieth birthday she was working as a waitress. And when the manager got sick, she was asked to bring the owner his meal, like the manager did every day.
A girl on her twentieth birthday, a mysterious man in a hotel room, waiting for his meal, something bad has to happen, right? I’m still not sure if that was the case, but I did enjoy this story.
Birthday girl by Haruki Murakami