Cale was playing with his pet when he remembered the helmeted delivery guy. He suddenly blushed when he remembered the light pheromone that the delivery guy was permeating.
"Should I order more?" he asked, looking at the half-eaten pizza on the table. "But I haven't finished it all." He didn't want to get retribution for wasting food.
He pondered for a while while staring at his phone.
"I should just directly ask him for his number."
But that would definitely be weird. He didn't want to appear like a stalker and by the looks of it, that guy looks like someone who can't be bothered. He can't tell that guy, "Oh, I have a thing for you from the first time I saw you." Typical stalker-like crap.
He was groaning on his couch. He can't think of a strategy to meet that delivery guy again.
Let's just get me dinner outside, then.
Maybe he'll run to him? But it'll be weird to call out to him and say, "Hey! It's you! I know from your pheromones. He'll definitely sound like a perverted stalker.
Running thousands of simulations inside his head while being a literal stalker.
"Better have some food then."
He got up from the couch and put on a jacket and his shoes. He loaded the kittens into their carrier and led them outside. There is a place where pets are welcome, as well as food he can order for them.
He chose to walk through the streets until he arrived at his destination.
Fragrance and Tea Shop It is a restaurant that serves both Korean and Western cuisine. It is also pet-friendly.
He walked into the shop and sat in his usual spot. He sat back and waited for the waiter to take his order. He let his kittens out, and they sat on the table while staring at him.
When the waiter arrived, they rose from their seats and went to greet him.
It was unusual for his cats to meow towards strangers other than him. Well, of course, that delivery man
"What would you like?"
Hearing such a voice, he looked up and saw a black-haired guy with deep, reddish brown eyes. There were visible scars from his neck to his chin. He was at a loss at first but went back to reality easily.
There's the scent of strong wood—the same scent as the delivery guy.
"It's you again." The waiter patted his kittens. They purred on his palms and acted sassy cats.
"You're the delivery guy."
The guy looked at him. "Yes. I just delivered food to you just yesterday and we met again."
Cale can't help but squeal internally! His luck is a blessing!
He smiled at the guy. "What's your name?" he asked. While pointing at one dish he wants to eat.
"Kim Roksu. And you?"
The scent became even more potent and powerful.
"Cale... Cale Henituse."
"Henituse-nim..."
"Cale's fine. West likes to call us by our name, Kim-nim."
"Roksu's fine as well." The guy jotted down the food he wanted to eat and said, "I'll serve the food to you."
Cale smiled once more. He took out his phone and began taking manly pictures of that guy. He had a very sweet smile on his face. In fact, he shouldn't be overdrawn by this guy but something about him makes him really happy.
He looked at his kittens who were crying to him. They want to play with that handsome guy again. He patted them and embraced them, clearly trying to hide his excitement.
"That was new." An old man said. He suddenly appeared like a mushroom beside him, "That kid can smile?"
A gray haired old man in his fifties stood beside him.
"That guy usually don't interact. He even gave you his name."
Another vicious-looking dude appeared.
"Exactly. He must've swallowed something on his way here."
"He had been in a really good mood since yesterday."
They placed a parfait before him. His food isn't here yet but they already gave him sweets.
"It's on the house, for making that bastard smile like that."
"That was smiling?" he pointed at the stoic guy, doing his job diligently.
"It is." the old man looked at him, "Dear regular, I'm Ron Molran, you can call me Uncle Ron. This is the diner's cook, my son Vicross."
If that stoic expression is happy, what does he call himself? A lunatic? Cale couldn't believe that slight curve on one side of that guy's lips was considered smiling. Much less, he's in a pretty damn good mood.
"My name is Cale," he introduced himself. He is a regular, but this is the first time these two have approached him. They usually leave something on the house for him, but this time they came themselves.
He was still watching Roksu flatly reject his advances. The Owners bid him good diner as they resume their work.
He just decided to watch Kim Roksu while working.
He is very attractive, especially his arms, which are very well-built. He cannot help but notice Roksu's well-defined neckline, right down to his collar. He gave off a bad boy silent vibe. He kept staring at him for quite some time. His torso is well-built, as are his thighs and legs, which have well-toned muscles.
"He's too hot." His inner omega rolls inside, squealing in delight.
Kim Roksu really looked perfect!
"What are you ogling at?"
"I am enjoying the sight of a hottie," Cale jokes. He would never flirt with anyone like this before; he just felt like it. Anyone would go for a handsome man.
"You have eyes for a tomato."
"Tomato?"
"Redhead? Or do you prefer Habanero?"
Cale frowned. This guy is teasing him! He appears cool at first, but as soon as he opens his mouth, he becomes extremely annoying!
He took a look at the dish that was placed in front of him. He can not help but take the food and eat it.
"Speechless?"
"I assumed you would be the cool bad boy type."
"And?"
"You are the annoying bad boy type," he remarked sarcastically. That is why you should never judge a book by its cover. You won't know there's something bizarre under a very beautiful thing.
Cale continued to sulk. The New Year's Eve moment suddenly crashed in just one joke.
"Heh." He looked up. Not only him but also other customers gaze at the most bizarre yet wonderful thinking before their eyes.
The guy with a cheap smile smiled brightly at him.
"You're quite interesting for a spoiled brat."
His light chuckle made the entire diner sit in silence.
"Have a nice dinner, tomato."
Then Kim Roksu left. He saw him taking off his apron as he entered the back. Ron suddenly appeared like a mushroom beside him.
"He laughed." The old man smiled viciously happy, "If he does, we'd be swarmed with costumes soon."
"Most of our customers are here for him anyway." Vicross also appeared out of nowhere. This father and son must have been conceived inspired by mushrooms.
They're still thinking of their business! What a vicious duo!
But...
Kim Roksu's small laughter definitely looks beautiful.
Utterly beautiful.
TBC
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