El Roommate [✔️]

Dec. 8th. (4/6)

5:29pm

The two actually decided to eat out at some restaurant.

Despite the fact that the restaurant's name was 'Shifty's' and looked shifty on the outside, on the inside, it was beautiful.

It had a 80's feel to it. And it definitely seemed like it was one of those hole-in-the-wall joints.

Apparently, not many were deceived by the shifty exterior because the inside was lively.

Waiters manoeuvred around the joint, some balancing dishes filled with food. And others balancing dishes full of scraps.

Minho never understood how they could do it. Even if your balance was impeccable, if you had your momentum going and someone screwed it up, everything would be destroyed.

Even if your balance was great.

Minho looked at Caleb, who was busy inspecting the menu with a small pout on his lips. And Minho almost took a picture because he looked cute. But then the younger looked up ... kinda.

"Have you had crab biskay?" His head had been tilted up a little but his eyes remained glued to the menu for a few more seconds before they fixed on the older.

"Huh?"

"Crab biskay. It's the second one under the soups section."

Minho nodded and flipped to the section. And he found himself smiling at the younger's mispronunciation.

"Aish. Pabo, It's bisque. Crab bisque. It's French."

"Oh. Well I don't speak French. So I wouldn't know. Anyways, is it good?"

"Yes. Very. Put a little cayenne pepper in it and eat it with crackers..." he clicked his tongue. "Very good. I recommend it."

"Over the broccoli and cheddar soup?"

"Fuckin yes."

At that moment, a waitress approached their table wearing a genuine smile on her honey-coloured face.

She had to be no older than 21. And if Minho wasn't dating Caleb, he'd definitely try to get her number.

"Welcome to Shifty's! Are you guys ready to order?"

Fuck, her accent is nice. Minho thought. Before glancing over at Caleb who nodded in response to her question.

"You order first," he told Minho.

"Can I get the eight ounce sirloin steak cooked medium rare with broccoli and mashed potatoes as my sides. And for a drink, water please." He smiled at the waitress, who smiled in return after jotting down his order.

"Anything for you, papi." She winked at him. "Y usted, churro?"

Caleb gulped. Not only was she hot, but she also knew Spanish?

If he was straight and he wasn't dating Minho, he'd definitely have to get her number.

But he was dating Minho.

And he wasn't straight.

Oh well.

"Usted habla Español?"

The honey-skinned girl smiled harder if that was even possible.

"Sí."

"Asu!" Caleb smiled before quickly excusing himself. "I mean ... wow. Lo siento."

Minho watched as the two conversed in a language he didn't know. You'd think that because he's been around for a looooong time, he'd know one of the most common languages spoken in the world.

But he didn't spend his time learning languages.

He spent his time doing other things.

And because of this, he didn't know Spanish. Not enough to figure out what the two were saying. AND it sounded like they were talking fast. So even if he knew more, he wouldn't be able to catch it.

This annoyed him.

The girl laughed. Clearly Caleb said something funny.

Minho didn't like it.

"Uh, English please!"

The two glanced at Minho before Caleb said, "Adivino él es un poco celoso..."

"Él es su novio?

"Sí..."

"HABLAR EN INGLES POR FAVOR!" Minho exclaimed before the two giggled once more.

"Very well then. So would you like to try the crab bisque today or the cheddar and broccoli soup?"

"I think I'll go with the cheddar and broccoli. With a side of fries please. And I'll have some water as well."

"Very well then." She clicked her pen closed and smiled at the two. "I'll be back with your drinks shortly." And then she was off.

Minho glared at the younger. "Cheddar and broccoli soup, eh? What happened to the crab biskay?"

"I'll try it next time."