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Third Person POV

Once inside the men's room, Mean went straight to the sink and turned the cold faucet on. He splashed cold water all over his face and took a deep breath while feeling the heat on his face slowly cooling down.

He placed both hands on the counter beside the sink and leaned towards the mirror asking himself over and over, "What made me say those incriminating words? How will I face Copter after this?"

Thoughts of disappearing and not coming back to the table entered Mean's mind but he knew that he couldn't do that. He had to face the music. He had to face the consequences of his actions.

Mean gave himself a small pep talk before determinedly walking back to the table.

"Well!" Mean said with a forced bright smile as he approached the table, "I guess our business is done here! Let's all head back to our respective offices and deal with the rest of the day!"

And then before Kimmon or Copter could say anything else, Mean added, "Wait, let me go over to the cashier and pay for this meal."

Mean quickly walked over to the cashier and gave his name. The cashier went through the system and accessed Mean's lunch orders. He printed Mean's total charges. Mean added the waiter's tip to the total charges and then gave the cashier his credit card.

Mean walked back to the table and held out his hand to Kimmon, "Thank you so much for meeting with me today. I look forward to the success of your new Wood Flame Pizza branch."

Kimmon accepted Mean's hand saying, "Thank you for the excellent lunch. Yes, I will make sure that my new Wood Flame Pizza branch will be a big success in my city."

Then Kimmon glanced at Copter, and added, "With the administrative assistance from Copter of course."

Both Mean and Copter did not respond to Kimmon's last comment so Kimmon just smile and nodded but he could not resist giving that little wink to Copter. Copter just looked straight ahead and pretended that he did not see it.

Everybody walked towards the door, with the waiter bowing graciously to them and thanking Mean for his generous tip.

The trip back to the office was a silent and awkward one for Mean and Copter.

When they got to the parking lot, just after Mean turned off the car's engine, he turned to Copter whose hand was already on the door handle.

"Wait, Cop... Copter, I would like to apologize for any uncomfortable feeling I might have caused you because of what I said back at the restaurant."

"It's forgotten," Copter said, quickly getting out of the car.

Mean would have wanted to say something more but was not given the chance so he just stepped out of his car and slowly followed Copter back to his office.

In the meantime Kimmon happily went back to his own office, very much satisfied that the business lunch all turned out to his liking, especially the addendum that he had requested about Copter's administrative assistance.

When he got home after office hours, his boyfriend was waiting for him in his apartment. Plan had a delicious dinner ready for Kimmon to eat.

"Hmmm..." Kimmon said, lifting his nose in the air after he and Plan had exchanged quick kisses, "I can smell something really delicious."

"It's your favorite pad krapow, served on a bed of white jasmine rice," Plan said with a loving smile.

"No, sweetheart," said Kimmon, shaking his head, "I meant the delicious smell of your sweat on the side of your neck," and simultaneously burying his face on Plan's neck.

Plan quickly pulled away.

"Reserve your energy for another day," he said, "I just got back from a tiring trip abroad but I made the effort to make you one of your favorite dishes."

"Which is...?"

"Tadahhh!"

With a dramatic flourish of his arms, he indicated the delicious looking dish on a large platter in the center of the dining table.

"You are such an excellent cook, I wouldn't know how to live without you," Kimmon said with all sincerity as he approached the table and sniffed the platter of Plan's culinary creation, the pad krapow nestled on top of a bed of fragrant white jasmine rice with three eggs on the side that were fried sunny side up.

"I can't wait to dig into it," Kimmon said, setting his brief case on the luxurious leather couch and then walking over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands.

After a brief prayer of thanks over the food, Kimmon and Plan ate heartily and in between scoops of food, Kimmon narrated to Plan the details of his work day.

"When are you going to inaugurate the new Wood Flame Pizza branch?" Plan wanted to know.

"I'm just waiting for the construction crew and interior decorator to make the finishing touches on the place," Kimmon replied, "they estimate the whole project to be finished by the end of this month, which is just two weeks away."

"Are you going to invite me to the inauguration?" Plan asked.

"That's a given," Kimmon replied, "I won't forgive you if you're a no-call no-show to that event."

"You can count on my presence," Plan said in a determined voice, "who else will be present at the inauguration?"

"I will be asking the main owner of Wood Flame Pizza and his personal assistant to grace the event," Kimmon replied, "oh, and by the way, the owner's personal assistant will be coming every Friday for two months to provide administrative assistance to me while the business is still new."

"Is the personal assistant a male or a female?" Plan was curious.

"A very tall and pretty and sexy female," Kimmon replied, keeping a straight face.

"I'm not allowing that personal assistant to get near you," Plan exclaimed, setting his knife and fork on his plate with a loud clang.

"But it will all just be plain and serious business, no monkey business involved," Kimmon said, still managing to keep a straight face.

"Tell her not to come to your office," Plan said in a determined voice, "I will be the one to provide you the administrative services that you need."

"But honey, she has the experience needed to run the branch," Kimmon insisted.

Plan stood up angrily and left the table, grabbing his car key from a hook close to the door.

Kimmon ran after him, hugging him from behind.

"I was kidding, I was kidding, sweetheart, the administrative assistant is not a pretty lady, he's a regular looking guy with nerdy looking glasses. Come back to the table and finish the pad krapow with me."

"Don't joke about things like that to me," Plan said with a pout as he allowed Kimmon to bring him back to the table.

The rest of the dinner was finished in silence, with Kimmon hoping hard that Plan would not think of popping into his office on Fridays for the next two months.