Matchmakers

The Cat Came Out Of The Bag

Tharn dragged Type to a local noodle shop to celebrate the new step in their relationship.
Tharn is on cloud nine, Type hasn't let go of his hand even though he was a little tense at first but the feeling of having his hand in hers seems to please him as much as it does him.

The waitress -a young woman of about their age rather cute- seems to find Type very to her taste considering her appyues glances on this one for the biggest displeasure of Tharn.

But Tharn has understood the lesson, he must learn to control his jealousy to avoid arguments that will cause them both unnecessary suffering.

After taking our order, she finally moves away and Type has her I-know-what-you're-jealous-smile.

Yes, it's crazy how much smiles can say about a person.

Type can't help but smile at his boyfriend's reactions. It's true that his jealousy is sometimes absurd but who is he to judge, just imagining someone else too close to Tharn puts him in all his state.

Of course Tharn throws his don't-play-with-me look at him.
He knows absolutely all of Tharn's looks from 'I love you, I need a hug' to 'you're sexy, I want to eat you alive'.

They are frankly incorrigible but that's their charm.

The waitress returns with their food and then goes back to get the drinks.
She brings back the drinks and Tharn still doesn't like the way she looks at his guy.

- "Can you please get us some hot sauce?"

Even though she's annoying him, you have to be polite. Tharn's mouth burns at the thought of how much sauce Type is going to put in his dish because it seems nothing is spicy enough for him.

She brings some back and Type decides that he hasn't shocked her poor heart enough for today, so he throws it out like it's nothing.

-"umm Tharn can you put some on for me please? My hand is quite busy."

And to illustrate his point Type pointed out their two joined hands which were under the table under the shocked look of the waitress.

Understanding what Type was trying to do, Tharn nodded and got to work. And to top it all off, Type grabs Tharn's drink (need I say which one?) and takes a swig.

-"Sir, would you like one? I can get it for you right away," the waitress asks, wondering if she has any other customers, " because Type only ordered a glass of water.

-" No thanks, with all that hot sauce I'd be crazy to take a soft drink"
.
Then he adds to Tharn

-"and then we'll have an indirect kiss"

So if it wasn't already clear to the waitress that no they weren't good friends or brothers or whatever she was imagining but a couple then she was as stunned as the other girl (no need to specify which one either)

Disappointed she goes off to take care of her other customers.

-"Here is your spicy dish.
-" ummm! Spicy as I like it. You know me so well!"

The meal is carried out in a peaceful and joyful atmosphere.
Type with his hellish sauce and Tharn with a dish that a normal person can swallow without coughing up his lungs.

Tharn even allowed himself to place a kiss on their hands still joined on the table. And his eyes shouted 'I love you, I thank you' and Type, although red-faced - due to the heat in the restaurant - gave him his nothing-smile.

And it is in this calm that he returns to the campus before the hour of the curfew.
Type passed the test with flying colors. He realized that by worrying about what other people think, he was missing the point, and the point is Tharn and their relationship.