The Concert That Changed My Life

Dinner Date (Part Two)

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After we paid the waiter, we went over to Chris's house.

"So listen, I modelled for this food company which I don't remember, and I had to dress like a chef and the coat had a food inspector badge too. Here it is."

Chris showed me a crisp snow-white coat with a golden badge on it. The word 'food inspector' was inscribed on it. He quickly wore and my, he looked handsome.

"You," he started, "could play the role of my wife."

At the mention of the words 'my wife' , my stomach did flip-flops. Honestly, I guess we both would look cute together. But I guess in the wedding pictures, Chris would outshine me-

"Earth to Sophia! You can have your daydreams later." He said and quickly gave me a notepad.

How I wish I could turn my daydreams into reality. Daydreams are definitely the best place you could ever visit.

"This has all the criterias on which a restaurant is judged." He said.

"But why a food inspector? Besides, the waiter and the guard would've already seen us." I asked.

"While you were having a talk on the phone, I saw the manager telling the waiters that the food inspectors will arrive in 3 hours or something. So I got this plan. And talking about the guard and the waiter, we'll tell them that we wanted to check whether they treat the inspector and the customers equally."

"Clever." I said, winking. "But food inspectors don't take their wives along with them, right?"

"Oh yeah, how careless of me! Fine, you're my assistant."
He said.

I pouted. You just shattered my dreams, mister.

"Hurry up now!" He said, hastily.

"I need a miracle." I continued with the lyric. He gave me a bored look.

"You and Olivia have the same habit, yeah?"

"Yeah." I agreed. It's actually because of the lyric pranks we played on everyone. It's quite fun actually.

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When we reached the restaurant, Chris just said two words. "Show time."

I was extremely nervous when we started walking towards the restaurant. It was fun but what if we got caught? As for Chris, he was messing up his hair.

"What are you doing?" I asked, slapping his hands away from his hair.

"I have to look like a sexy inspector." He said, smirking.

"Oh please, we aren't going for a fashion show. Try looking like Gordon Ramsey." I said, grinning.

"Be thankful you got such a hot boss." He said, winking.

"Be thankful you got a beauty with brains for your assistance, dear boss."

He chuckled a little bit and said, "Beauty with brains and a bad sarcasm."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Shut up and concentrate."

He gave me a weird look. "We aren't going to give an exam in there."

"It's no less than an exam." I said. "Do you even know anything about food?"

"My sister's a chef. And she keeps bragging about her culinary skills. So I know a little bit about food." He said, confidently.