The poor waitress.

I can't! If I ask him, my reputation might just go down the drain along with his! I know I'm trusted, but that just makes it harder to ask him! Darn it! What am I supposed to do!? Maybe... I could ask him in a very simple way, which I doubt he could understand, but anyway... LIKE I CARE!!!!

I DON'T CARE WHAT OTHERS THINK OF ME! I'M A TEN! A TEN! (Or is it a hundred? Well, whatever). I'll just have to ask him to...

"Come out of the closet!", I shouted to my maid, whose name I didn't know. She was busy picking out clothes for my... um... "date".

I'm pretty sure that Matthew told her that. But I'm pretty sure I also told him that IT WASN'T A DATE! That busybody. He gets on people's nerves, but they can never scold him as he is too friendly. That includes me. I can't scold him either. That's because he was always the person I admired. How do you put it... Yes. He's my father figure. Even though he acts like a very cheery person, he still grieves his wife's death. I know so because I visit the graveyard every week along with him.

Maria was a beautiful woman with a caring heart. She treated me like her very own child. She and Matthew couldn't have children. So, I tried my best to console Maria, but in the end, she passed away due to depression.

Well anyway, back to the topic. But- I mean Louis called me up and set the meeting time to 6 pm. The location was set to Grand Lotus (a restaurant only meant for VIPs). I was dressed in a long blue gown with a beautiful pink cherry blossom embroidered on it. My hair was made into a bun with fishplates on either side of my head. Sparkling silver stilettos made their way to the room at the very end of the long hallway.

I knocked on the doors made of oak in front of me, then I heard a very familiar French accent and also someone else's voice. It seems Louis had arrived. How did I know that? Muffled noises from the other side of the doors made me panic, so I decided to... break in. You see... nobody other than Louis and I should have entered the room. And the other person's voice just made me curious. And I regret my actions.

I don't think my eyes will ever be clean after looking at that scene.

"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!"

I closed my eyes but the major cringe I felt would just not disappear. It won't be a big deal for others, but for me, a single, I felt my world falling into chaos.

GROSS.

It was the classic spaghetti kiss scene. But I wasn't to be involved in that.

Oh, the embarrassment! Louis was about to spaghetti kiss a waitress!

I could feel my left eye twitching slightly.

"LOUIS JON SEAN HARLEY CLARKE!!!"

He looked at me in a very relaxed manner which was not befitting of the scene.

"Oh. You're here."

"....."

That was when I heard something snap.

I did something that I would regret in the future.

I turned towards the waitress who looked very flustered and shouted the following sentence:

"HE'S TOYING WITH YOU! THIS MAN IS GAY!!!"

Louis looked at me in total shock.

The waitress had the same expression, except she had eyes that showed that she was about to burst into tears.

The waitress asked me in a very weak voice, "Really...?"

"YES! RUN BEFORE HE DOES SOMETHING ELSE TO YOU!!!"

So, just as I said, she ran out of the room in tears.

Louis looked at the door and then at me. Back at the door then at me.

"What did you say?", he asked me.

"I told her you're GAY."

"I'M NOT GAY!"

"Suspicious... Maybe you just don't know it."

"I KNOW I'M NOT GAY!"

"Then again. Maybe, you just don't want to admit it."

"....seriously?", he asked in an exasperated tone.

"What?

He rushed out of the room fuming.

"Is he mad because I was right? Or because there's no one to serve him food?"

"Oh well. I should just tell my great assistant to arrange another meeting with him. Well, I guess that me dressing up was just a waste.

*Dramatic music*

*Me mumbling while crouching in a corner of the room drawing imaginary circles with a chopstick on the floor*

"Damn that shitty gay... He got in the way of my curiosity... Forget that... I'm already damn sure that he's gay... I just wanna watch a yaoi drama unfold before me... What did I ever do to him...? Humph..."

*More disturbing dramatic and depressing music in the background*

Next morning:

"Myeong Seok, set another meeting with him Bum Cream Bun please."

"By Bum Cream Bun, you mean Louis, right?"

"Ya. Go on."

"... what happened with him? You couldn't speak to him about what you wanted to know?"

"That guy didn't let me speak at all."

"Then what's the guarantee he'll let you speak next time?"

"Don't worry about that. I'll torture him if he doesn't. In the end, I'll hear the answer I want to."

"Not the answer to the question you want to know? You'll accept only the answer you want?"

".... seems so."

"Seems so? What does that mean?"

"Nothing, really^^"

"Hmm...? Fine."

"Thanks, buddy."

"It's my job. No need to thank me."

"So if it wasn't your job you wouldn't help me?"

"Nah. I won't."

"(￣^￣)"

"What's wrong?"

"Go die."

"No thank you. Later maybe."

"I hate you!"

He smiled wryly at me and said,

"You know that's not true."

"...."

His cocky grin got on my nerves sometimes, but not this time.

"Yeah. It's not."

I smiled at him sweetly. I can never hate this weirdo.

"Stupid oaf."

"If I'm stupid, what does it make you, the boss who hired me?"

"Me? It just means that I'm generous enough to take you under my wing."

We both burst out laughing and the rest of the day passed along smoothly.

The week after, I called Louis through my personal phone.

"Hello, who is this?"

I could clearly hear a woman's voice in the background while he spoke to me.

"This is Yun Do Min. Mind if I ask you something?"

"Yes. I do, in fact, mind. I won't talk to a wench like you."

"Mind your language. Or your tongue might just end up in the sewer. I'll make sure it happens."

"Like I'll allow that. I'm gonna cut the call."

"BUM CREAM BUN!!! HEAR ME OUT!!!"

"...what did you just call me?"

Oops.