Neighbor, Really?!

The Would-be a Daddy 3.0 - The Finale

"Okay, this is where you will do your work. Look the giant wall over there?" Kristoff pointed to the other side of the room where a large plain white wall was located. "That's the wall you have to paint, Jack. So you're going to paint something there, basically your painting should be able to make customers who come to this playground room interested in buying toys here."

Jack took a deep breath and looked around a very large room that was still in the finishing stages and would later become a playground room in a toy store that was about to open in the near future.

"So you have to make the atmosphere of this room as comfortable as possible, calm the hearts of the customers so that it will make them buy toys and other products in this store." Said Kristoff again, because he was specifically given this task by his boss so he had to make sure that everything went according to the plan.

"Alright. I understand that. I have to paint that wall, and the concept is the toys store?" Said Jack, still looking around. He was so ready to start. He was determined to do his job well for his wife and his unborn child.

"Yes. And remember, I have brought you to work here. So please, don't embarrass me. Leave all your silliness anywhere as long as it's not here. My career is at stake. You got that?" Kristoff said seriously, considering how Jack behaved, there was a bit of concern that he might cause trouble.

"Okay. Don't worry about that, Kristoff. I'll do this job well." Said Jack, no less serious than Kristoff.

"Good. Now I have work in another section of the building, so I'll leave you to look for inspiration. Oh, and one thing. Mrs. Cruella, my boss is coming to visit this afternoon so make sure you have a concept for the painting by then. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Do you need anything? I'll send someone to get it for you."

"Hmm. Maybe coffee."

"Noted. I'll get the coffee." Kristoff nodded and prepared to leave Jack alone to look for inspiration, which he knew, usually an artist would take a while to get inspired and build the mood for painting.

"Eh, Kristoff?" Jack called out and grinned widely when he saw Kristoff stop and turn to look at him.

"What?"

"I haven't had breakfast." And Jack's grin grew wider when he saw Kristoff let out a long sigh and now give him all his attention.

"What do you want?"

Jack scratched his head with his index finger. "Anything. As long as it fills me up."

"Okay." Kristoff nodded and turned around, preparing to leave only to be called back.

"Hey, Kristoff!"

Kristoff had no other choice but to turn back around. "What now?"

"It would be nice if the breakfast was a double cheeseburger with mustard." Jack grinned showing all his teeth. He couldn't waste the chance to eat whatever he wanted because Elsa wasn't here.

"What? Where can I get a burger in the morning like this?" Kristoff asked confusedly, throwing his arms aside. A fast-food restaurant he knew would not serve such a burger after ten in the morning. It was only a few minutes past eight.

"That is your problem, not me." Jack put his face as normal as possible, trying hard not to laugh.

Kristoff looked at him as if to say 'really?'. At this point in his life, he still couldn't understand how Jack's brain worked. He then sighed softly and shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder about the contrast between your angelic face and your annoying thoughts. Okay, I'll try to get your burger but you have to be content with anything I would get if I couldn't find the burger."