Prank Masters

14: Bad Luck Dinner

Damn. It was him. The boy who was trying to be friends with me before I moved houses. I didn't hate him or anything. I just found him annoying. I guess that was one of the reasons why Dad wanted us to move houses, other than the fact that my parents needed inspiration for their books.

"Oh, hey!" I weakly smiled. "Didn't see you there. Why are you here, Kadin?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Are you avoiding me?"

"Pssft, no." I denied. "Where did you get that from?" I looked over to where my parents were, "I seriously didn't see you. Besides, you didn't answer my question before."

Standing there in his waiter uniform, he was still holding the small tray containing a slip of paper, probably the receipt, and some change. "I work here." He simply answered. "But aren't you supposed to say: 'Long time no see, Kadin. How are you?'"

I knew he was going to say something like that. It was so typical of him. I guess he hadn't changed at all. "Well, I was just curious why you're here," I replied.

I quickly glanced over to where my parents were again and noticed that my mum was looking towards my direction. I smiled back to Kadin, "Anyway if you're working now, aren't you supposed to be serving the customers?"

He frowned a bit, knowing that I was trying to change the subject. But he knew that I was right. He weakly smiled and said, "Yes, that's true. But I haven't seen you in ages and it's quite normal to talk to someone you haven't seen for a while."

Again, I knew that he was going to drag some time before I could leave. So as an excuse, I whispered to myself, "Isn't that the manager over there?"

When I said whisper, I seriously did whisper to myself. Kadin has this really sensitive hearing. It was like he could hear anyone from ten metres away. Something that I would consider as his 'speciality'.

Kadin blinked a few times, surprised and started scanning his surroundings for the manager, "Huh? The manager?"

I took this moment and quickly headed past him. I felt bad doing this to him, but it was for the best. Besides, if the manager did really catch him chatting, he would be fired by now, or at least get a warning or lecture.

When he noticed that I had tricked him, he was about to stop me from heading into the bathrooms. But when he realised that it was the ladies' room. He paused and hesitated. Then someone, probably one of his co-workers, called out and asked him to assist them with something. That was when he stopped waiting at the entrance of the ladies' room.

Sighing, I was standing in front of the basin, looking straight into the mirror that held my reflection. For two seconds, I didn't recognise my usual self. The reason was that I was wearing a dress instead of a top and a pair of jeans. Since my hair was braided to the back, which I have to say was Mum's idea to use her hairdressing skills, it took me a little longer to recognise myself in the mirrors.

To be honest, I wasn't sure if this hairstyle, the French braid, looked okay on me. But Mum said that it suited me and I should let her do this more often.

I turned on the tap and water started running down like a waterfall. I've always liked the sound of water rushing down. I never really knew why. Probably because I like its hushing sound which seemed to have a calming effect on me. Pretending to do something, I rubbed my fingers and washed my hands. When I dried my hands and walked out of the ladies' room, I knew there was trouble as I made eye contact with Ice Pack Stealer.

Coming closer to the narrow hallway, he paused before entering the gentlemen's room.

I wanted to let out a sigh, wondering why my luck had run out—not that I have good luck in the first place. Instead, I held my breath in and realised Ice Pack Stealer was currently talking to me.