Classless

Chapter 38- Collision 2

Chapter 38- Collision 2

*Chief Song POV*

There were many things that could have gone wrong between when we left the hospital and when we got to this restaurant. George enjoyed showing off but he did that in a way that he wasn’t trying to overcompensate for something else, not many people knew how to draw the balance and he was one of the few. We had settled into one of the seats away from everyone else, he took over when it came to these sorts of things, he ordered the wine he thought would best go with the steak and even ordered for the rest of us. Fedor whispered, “I think I have to apologize to you, I thought you were a control freak and I might have been myopic in my definition of what one should look like.”

“It’s okay. Think of it like a spectrum, he belongs to the other end of it, I am somewhere around the middle.” I smirked.

George shook his head at us, “Lovers! My worst nightmare.”

“Some people could say you are theirs.” Fedor pointed out.

“How so?” George blinked confused.

Fedor shuffled on her seat, “I could have picked what I wanted to eat, you know? How would you know what I like?”

George laughed and asked the waiter to bring a menu then handed it over to her, Fedor narrowed her eyes before receiving it, I saw her expression change and morph from confusion to wonder then she scoffed, “There is no way all of these are names of food.”

“Trust me,” George answered simply and sipped his wine.

“You keep saying that.” She mumbled.

“Yet, you haven’t learned.” George insisted.

Fedor sighed and gave up, “Fine, you are king.” She took a swig of the wine and winced, “What in the hell is this?”

“That is not how you drink wine. You take a sip, taste, it’s not beer or soda, you don’t ….” He sighed, “You need a lesson on wine tasting.”

“Lessons, Nope. I take it back, you aren’t King of anything, maybe prince of something.” She drank water instead and eyed the red wine like it was poison.

I laughed at their interactions, this was nice to watch. It wasn’t so often that my worlds collided, and there they were my friend and my girlfriend. Girlfriend, that word again, I blushed again when I thought about it, I never thought tags meant anything but I was wrong. Tags gave definition, tags meant you knew for certain what someone was to you, it provided structure and as a baseline, it gave certain rights like how I could wipe Fedor’s lip with my thumb and taste the remnant of the wine. “Delicious,” I said and I watched her fidget. It was nice to know that I had the same effect on her.

“Ugggghhhhh, it’s sickening to watch. Aren’t you a germaphobe?” George mocked.

“You are confusing me with someone else.” I paid him no mind, our food came shortly after.

Fedor had a bite and moaned. “Whooooaaaaa, what is this?”