Tharn had taken Type out for a date to his favorite sushi and seafood place, but Type had something else running through his mind. All throughout the meal, he put on a seductive act with the the seafood and ice cream in front of his helpless boyfriend—Type, of course, was excited to bear the consequences.
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Author's POV
Tharn and Type had taken a day off from work. It had been a long time since they'd had dinner together at a restaurant. Naturally, they ended up at a sushi place—that was what Type liked to eat when they dined out, and that just so happened to be the one thing Tharn despised with every fiber of his being. But for the love of Type, he went with it anyway.
The place they booked was Honzi Sushi Palace (some fake name, pardon me, I don't have enough knowledge about such places, lol!)—the most expensive and authentic sushi and fresh seafood dine-out spot in Thailand. (Duh! Tharn is taking Type out for dinner—why not go all out?)
They arrived at 7:30 p.m., and everything was pre-arranged. Tharn had given a highly customized order. Type knew well that Tharn wouldn't get through the evening without something romantic—or "cheesy," as Type liked to call it. And for that matter, though he was shy to admit it, he secretly loved it. Tharn had booked the entire floor, and even though the place strictly served seafood and sushi, he got an out-of-the-menu dish made for himself as the main course.
Type's POV
Right in front of me was a table beautifully decorated with flowers and candles in the center, just two chairs around it—and not to forget, Tharn had booked the entire floor. Not boasting or anything, but there are definitely perks to having a rich boyfriend smirks. Still, I loved Tharn even before I knew about the money, so being with him for his wealth had never even crossed my mind. I love him, and I'll keep loving him for who he is, not for what he has or doesn't have.
Tharn pulled out the chair and gestured for me to sit... his gentlemanly charm turns me into a plush red tomato every single time, and I swear he knows it. That smile of his as he sat down in front of me? Game over. He handed me the Sprite can sitting on the table, and I popped it open, taking a sip—so did he. For starters, we had some kind of fritters, I guess. I don't know, and honestly, I don't care about the ingredients, as long as the food's edible.
But what I was waiting for was the main course. My favorite: salmon sashimi. That was only half the reason, though—the better half was the pleasure of watching Tharn's face twist in disgust while I ate raw food. It's hilarious, like he's going to puke through his eyes or something. Serves him right for never telling me he hated raw food—I had to find out from that bastard San, his ex. Ugh.
