He was a patient man.
He wouldn't mind to wait for the right time to reap what he thought he deserved.
He had lived in the dark for far too long, that happiness was such a foreign notion for him.
Until you crossed his path and awakened something dee...
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"Don't you have something else? What is this again?"
Using a fork, you dug into the odd looking noodle on the plate, scrambled slices of bellpepper and meat upside down with exasperation.
You asked the female server two or three times in the span of two weeks since you came, and everytime you sensed she held the urge to roll her eyes. Either she thought you had short memory loss disorder or just too ignorant to take note. It was intentional from your part, just to show them your defiance to him.
All the food on the table looked unfamiliar to you. From the appetizer,- it was orange colored spicy pickled cabbage with strong onion smell you disliked the most, maincourse was noodle with brown almost black very thick sauce, and there was chicken with sticky red sauce that was tolerable to you, but you still preferred chicken tenders you often had it from Renzelli. For dessert you didn't mind, they said it would be some kind of ice cream. Bingsu, -must be something Korean. Although it looked not so bad, but you wouldn't accept everything that easy, you wanted to make it hard for him. You were gonna make sure he would struggle a lot to have you by his side.
"It's a Korean noodle dish, Miss, -Master's favorite."
You put down your fork on the table with a loud clatter, looking at her with exaggerated sulk.
"I want pasta, with ordinary carbonara, and pizza -quattro formagi, extra cheese. Also affogato. I'm sure the cook can make that for me."
There was a confusion on her face when she looked at the table, then back to you. "But ... it will take sometime ..."
"Maria, just ask Andrei to make it right away. Should be ready in 45 minutes."
Mr. Kim walked inside the dining room, all ready for work in his sleek white shirt and black pants, gleaming cufflinks under the bright light from the tall window, matching coat draped on his shoulder as usual.
It reminded you of the moment when you first saw him at the theater. Devastatingly pretty and charming. And deceitful.
"This food is healthier than those pasta and pizza." He spoke in low voice, eyes looking at you with mild reproval.
