Fear Me P.JM

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I wake up smiling. Okay, about forty-five minutes after I hit the snooze button once, stumble blindly out of bed, and splash ice-cold water on my face, I'm smiling...because it's Friday! One day until the weekend! And this Saturday I'm catering for my mother's friend's sister's cousin's birthday dinner party.

What a mouthful. But it's my first ever catering job and so I'm really excited. It's a relatively small gathering of 15 people, so it's a good showing.

"Jb!" I call out in front of his house. I don't bother to knock on his door. "Jaebeom!"

"Shut up!" he yells from his family room. I can hear him through an open window.

"Let's walk together!" I yell.

I hear a slam of the table, scuffling, and the door opens in front of me with a very tired looking Jb. "I'm here, let's go."

"Guess what?" I say happily as we are walking.

"What?" he says roughly.

"I'm catering this weekend."

"I hope you chop a finger off."

I look at him. "Thanks for the encouragement."

"They say 'break a leg' for actors, so I say 'chop a finger off' for chefs," Jb explains as if it is obvious.

"That's so sweet!"

Jb is taken aback. "Huh?"

I grab his sleeve and look at him. "You think I'm a chef?"

Jb shakes his arm as if trying to knock a bug off. "Yeah."

Chef. One day I will be Chef Nikito! People will come from all over the world to try my food. Wait, but what cuisine will I make?

I'm thinking rather deeply and hardly notice Jb staring at me with a blank face. He waves his hand in front of me and I look up.

"Kind of lost you there," he says.

"Russia?" I say. Jb looks very confused. "Russian food?"

"Well," Jb says, looking touched, "if you really want to treat me to some Russian fo—"

"NO!" I cry out. "Chinese!"

Jb shrugs. "I can go for Chinese too..."

"I mean," I continue, "most people think it's greasy and all fried, but I'll show them that's only Americanized Chinese food!" I look up and Jb is still talking. "What about Asian fusion?"

Jb laughs. "Yeah, Asian fusion is tasty too. Like I was saying, I know some good Chinese places we can go to if you want..."

I look at Jb oddly. "What are you talking about?"

Jb's smile disappears. "Kito..." he says with quiet rage. "Do you have any idea what I was talking about?"

I want to say yes. Let's see what happens. I gulp. "Yes?"

Jb looks evil now. "Then what?"

Think. Russian food, Chinese food, Asian fusion. What do they have in common? "You...want all Asian restaurants to include Russian on their menus..." I think harder. "...because Russia is the new Asian fusion?"

Jb sighs and keeps walking. "And here I thought you wanted to go on a date..."

"Date?" I say. "Like boyfriend girlfriend dating?"

"What else is a date then?"

"A fruit?"

Jb looks angry. "I hope that pretty boy scares half of your life away!"