Chapter 56

Miguel's Pov

"I need to eat; I've not eaten well in over three days now,"  I lie, but that seems to catch her attention.

" What am I if not a stupid mother?"  she scolds herself " I should have thought of your health first."

She places my food closer to me"eat son; there's more if you're not satisfied with those."

"Thanks mom," I shove spoonfuls of noddles into my mouth.

if over feeding is what I get in exchange for not talking about my crush on the trips, then it's worth the price am paying for it.

She gave me water to drink "it will aide with digestion,"  she says as I took a gulp from the refreshing water.

A different waiter from the one who came earlier walked in; I was half hoping to see the other one who served us food, he must be around somewhere.

The one that walked in now wasn't wearing the exact uniform the other one was wearing; this one was wearing a white checkered shirt with black slacks.

He looks really presentable but not as edible as the first one; his red hair was cute too short for my licking, his mouth a little on the bigger side.

He's handsome if you like tall guys with big mouths, but I don't like him since he's not like how I want guys to be; he has nothing for me to desire in him.

The waiter walks in with his eyes downcast, it's as if he's hoping not to have eye contact with anyone.

He took the untouched foods of the trips into the stroller he came in with. 

He was almost leaving before I caught him on his shirt, "where's the other guy who served us earlier?"

he should know where that one is, and the reason he isn't the one taking back the used and unused dishes.

He looks fear stricken at my hand that was holding on to his shirt, his face as pale as that of a ghost "they will kill me,"  was the words he said before dashing out from the room, clumsily holding on to the stroller.

"Odd,"  I thought, why will he act like my touching him I anything but normal?  he must have really been too far in his head that he will be afraid of a mere touch from a fellow human.

"You like scaring the guys away?" mom gave me an inquisitive look " that was the same way the other guy behaved when you smiled at him; it seems your past time now is to scare guys," she glares at me" guys that would have paid more attention to me if not for the scaring masquerade beside me," she gave me a fake pout.

" I will be sure to tell dad,"I  gave her my serious poker face; two can play that game.

"You won't dare!" she narrowed her eyes at me "you just won't dare." 

Before I can say more on the subject, the trips walked in with a scowling look on their face.

"What's wrong?

didn't the job you went to take care of work?"

they don't look like their mission was completed successfully; they look like people who failed the mission they were sent on.

Donald smiles evilly "oh yeah, the job went as planned,"  he touched his knuckles "more than planned." 

What's the relationship between the job they said they went to take care of and his knuckles?

most times I don't get the trips at all.

"If the job went as planned why are your faces dull?" mom asked the question I would have asked if not for her asking it first.

"Another we couldn't have taken up before the one that came up just arrived now; we would have dealt with that one if not for the time elapse we gave you two,"  Damien answered while also touching his knuckles.

"Did anything happen to your knuckles wherever it is you went to?

since you can't stop touching it as you talk,"  this is worth putting into consideration; the way they touch their knuckles as they talk is beyond suspicious.

They let their hand drop as if realizing just now what they have been doing since they came in here.

"it's a nervous habit we picked up on,"  Daniel smiles as each took the seat they sat on earlier.

"So what did we miss?" they gave us a look as if trying to say "spill." 

I shrug "there was nothing of interest that happened here," truly nothing of interest really happened here; it was just plain boring without their blue sparkling eyes to make the day brighter.

"Nothing of interest except Miguel scaring away the poor waiter; poor boy must be scared shitless."

 leave it to mom to talk of things not related to what we have in hand; her words most times makes me question if she truly is my mom.

How can she have talked about the waiter when she knows it's not worth saying in the presence of the trips since for some unknown reasons, the trips hate the guy?

"What happened with him and the waiter?"  Damien clenches his jaw in anger.

What's with them and the waiters?

they must have a hidden or in their case an undisguised hatred for the waiters working in this establishment.

Mom waves her hands at them to prove of what she thinks of the said confrontation.

"he just held his shirt while asking for other waiter who served us before," she finishes with a smile as of waiting to hear a round of applause for her.

The woman said those words despite the signs I was giving to her to shit up.

I don't know why, but the trips hate the first waiter more than they do the second one if the unclenched fists I see around me is any indication.

"What was his reply?" Donald asked mom as he sat up straighter in his seat like on waiting for a verdict to be passed on.

"Reply? the poor guy turned as white as a ghost at his question."