Third Person POV

After the acting workshop, as Plan and Mean made their way back together to their unit, Plan turned to Mean, "That was some fine acting you did there."

"You did some really fine acting yourself," said Mean with a smirk, "you were responding very well to Perth's kisses."

Plan did not respond right away. When they reached the door of their unit, he turned to Mean and said, "Well, Perth is such a good kisser. He knows how to make the other person respond in kind."

Mean's face turned dark and bitter. He swiped his card on the door, opened it and entered and shut the door before Plan could enter. He had literally shut the door in Plan's face.

Plan stood looking at the closed door. Then Plan had an idea. Instead of swiping his key card on the door, he turned around and made his way to Perth and Saint's unit.

When Saint opened the door to Plan's knock, Plan asked if he could hang out with him and Perth for a while.

"Sure," said Saint but could not hide the curiosity from his smiling face.

"What are your plans for lunch?" asked Plan.

"I was thinking of cooking some panset noodles," Perth replied.

"What is panset?" Plan and Saint asked at the same time.

"It's Filipino egg noodles," Perth explained, "it's cooked with assorted vegetable and small pieces of meat of your choice. In my case, I will use bite sized chicken pieces."

"I didn't know that you could cook," Plan said to Perth in awe.

"Oh, he knows how to cook many Thai and international dishes," said Saint, "I am so tempted to ask him to marry me and live happily ever after with all the delicious food he cooks."

Perth laughed out loud but his cheeks were actually turning red. Plan didn't know that Saint could also be a merciless tease. Plan was starting to get to know these two a little better.

"Why don't you stay and have lunch with us?" Perth invited Plan.

"I was going to invite myself if you did not invite me," said Plan with a laugh, "would you like me to help you cut up the ingredients?"

"That would be great," said Perth.

"I wanna help, too," said Saint, not wanting to be left out.

"No, stay away," said Perth, "the last time you helped me in the kitchen, you cut your finger."

Plan looked at Saint's hand. His left index finger was bandaged up.

Mean's POV

When after some time Plan did not enter the unit after I had shut the door in Plan's face, I got curious and went to open the door.

Plan wasn't at the door anymore. I looked up and down the hallway. Plan wasn't anywhere.

I wondered if I should call or text him. I decided against any of those.

Let him stay away if he wants to, I thought, and started to take out a quick fix meal box from the kitchen cabinet.

I was starting to get hungry. Suddenly, I was not in the mood for the quick fix meal box. Darn it, I was missing Plan's delicious dishes that he knew how to cook so well.

Where was that bastard. Against my stupid pride, I texted him.

"Where are you?"

When after five minutes, I received no reply, I tapped on his number.

At the end of several rings I was sent to his voicemail.

Was he sulking at me? I started to regret shutting the door on his face.