Criminal Love (boyxboy)

Chapter 3

Sevi faced one good news and one bad news the following day.

Good news: there was a new applicant for the job!

Bad news:

"Howdie ya'll doin mate! Trevor Kedowski ready and all fired up for the job!"

Dave, Porter and Javier looked at the new applicant who seemed to be about 50 years old and had a funny accent.

Dave was the first to break the silence.
"So... Mr. Kedowski, you know how to wash dishes or wait tables? Nevermind, let Sevi take care of customers."

"Yes sirree! Im going to damn well do the job washin dishes yes I will!"

Sevi suspected he was slightly drunk.

After a few more questions, Dave told him thank you and will let him know if he was accepted for the job soon, then sent him out.

Dave looked at Sevi apologetically but Sevi smiled back as if to say it was okay. It looked like they had to wait for someone else.

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And someone else did come later that day. Someone... whom Sevi could describe as... wild...untamed, like a beast set loose. His presence could be felt the moment he entered. Even though he covered a small portion of the floor, his presence felt far-reaching, as though he owned the entire territory.

So this was what the phrase, 'wind knocked out of ribcage' feels like. Sevi thought, looking timidly over the counter at the gorgeous man who just entered (looking slightly rushed, he might add) the door. He looked slightly disheveled, and his piercing gaze was intense.  

Everybody looked out from the kitchen to see what the commotion was about. Despite the disagreements these workers had, at this moment they were all thinking one thing, eyeing the tall and muscular body of the foreign man: This guy is a hunk.

"Is there a girl here with the initial S.G.?"

"No, but there is a boy," Porter stepped up. "This lil guy over here." Porter said, pointing to Sevi who instinctively looked like a deer caught in headlights, and who then wanted to open a hole on the floor and bury himself.

He narrowed his eyes at him seriously. Sevi could not breathe the moment they made eye contact. It was as though he were an apple hanging on a shooting target by the piercing arrow of his stare. That was the only thing that held him in place.

Slowly, Sevi could feel that he was eye-raping him, and mentally cursed his name for having the same initial as whoever-this-was that brought him even the slightest attention now. He hated attention.

The guy was looking up at Sevi's tiny frame up and down, carefully assessing him as though he were a piece of meat that could be spoiled and he was the butcher. Then, he scowled.

"I hate that a stupid weakling like you even has so much as the same initial as she does."

Everybody was dumbfounded, but Sevi was completely stupefied. What had he done to deserve a random hate comment in the middle of a random day by a random person like this? And then he wanted to cry. 

"Im, Im sorry." Sevi put his head down in shame, apologizing for a name he never chose to have and would have changed in a heartbeat if he knew he'd be a target of random hate for.

Dave, feeling the need to step in, cleared his throat and said curtly. "'Scuse me lad, if you're here to cause trouble, Im going to have to tell you to leave before I call the cops."

The young man's ears perked up at word cops, then scowled some more. Then he said flippantly, "Work."

"What did you say?"

"Heard you were finding for somebody who could work."

"Well.. yes...?" Dave said cautiously, wondering where he was driving at.

"I want to work here," the young man said casually, giving a sharp glance at Sevi, who only looked at Dave as though he were god of all his wishes, one of which currently was definitely not allowing this huge stranger to stay any longer than he is now.

"Hmmm..." Dave drawled, looking as though he was thinking deeply. "We are short on staff, yes. What can you do?"

Sevi's eyes grew wider at how his boss seemed to be considering, and became horrified at the possibility that he could be working together with... him.

"Boss, I think we should um, talk about this, together right?" Sevi's voice was strained.

The stranger's eyes were calm and collected, but not entirely relaxed.

Dave was distracted for a moment. "Yes, we should..."

"Im strong," the man was quick to add. "I can lift pretty well, if you need some lifting work."

"Oh god, he can help out transfer the ingredients boxes from the truck!" Javier chimed in. 

"And I dont require much for pay."

"You're hired," Dave said conclusively.

"Boss!" Sevi cried out. Sevi swore he could have seen a ghost of a smirk flash by the stranger's face.

"So, what's your name lad?"

"Warren. Warren Ichte."

"Alright Warren. Your shift begins tomorrow."