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Euro's POV

"Hi, Euro!" Mrs. Jutamas greeted me while I folded my hands together and bowed respectfully to her upon entering the living room with JJ.

She was not really surprised to see me. After all these years she was already used to seeing me come into the house with JJ after school.

"AJ is going to have dinner with one of my classmates this evening," JJ announced to his mom.

"Oh, and why is that?" Mrs. Jutamas asked.

"I introduced AJ to my classmate Lotte and they seemed to have taken a liking to each other," JJ replied.

"And JJ got jealous so he invited me to dinner instead," I butted into the conversation between mother and son.

"Oww!" I protested when JJ gave me a painful flick on my forehead.

"You're always welcome to have dinner with us, you know that, Euro," Mrs. Jutamas assured me.

"That's exactly what I told him," JJ said to his mom at the exact same time that I said 'thank you' to Mrs. Jutamas.

"Come with me to the kitchen, both of you, and help me to prepare the ingredients for dinner," said Mrs. Jutamas, getting up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen.

JJ and I followed close behind her.

"What did you have in mind for dinner, Mom?" JJ asked.

"I'm thinking of making chicken pineapple curry," Mrs. Jutamas replied.

My mouth started to water as the image of this delicious dish appeared in my mind.

"Euro," Mrs. Jutamas turned to me. "Be a darling and take out a can of pineapple slices from that cabinet above the counter."

"He's a guest, Mom," JJ protested. "Don't put him to work in the kitchen."

"Hey, it's not a problem," I said to JJ as I walked towards the cabinet that Mrs. Jutamas pointed out to me.

But JJ walked towards it at the same time.

I opened the cabinet door and reached out for the can of pineapple slices at the exact same time that JJ did. His hand landed on mine. He kept his hand there.

I tried to tug my hand from under his, but he held on to it tightly.

"Okay, who's bringing the can of pineapple slices to me?" Mrs. Jutamas raised an eyebrow at JJ and me.

"JJ won't let go of my hand," I announced to Mrs. Jutamas.

"And why is that?" Mrs. Jutamas asked.

"Because I ... " JJ started to say.

"Because you love him?" Mrs. Jutamas teased her son.

JJ quickly let go of my hand at the same time that I let go of the can and it landed heavily on my foot.

"Ow, ow, ow..." I said, dropping to the floor.

"Let's take a look at that foot," Mrs. Jutamas approached me with a concerned look on her face.

"I'll take care of him, Mom," JJ said.

"Okay," said Mrs. Jutamas, walking over to the can of pineapples that had rolled over to one corner of the kitchen.

JJ helped me up to my feet and led me towards the stairs leading to his room.

"No!" I protested. "We don't have to go up to your room! Let's do it in the living room."

"Do what?" JJ asked me with a deadpan face.

His unexpected question threw me for a loop. I started to stammer.

"I... I thought... I was just... I just thought... I..." what the hell was I thinking, goddammit Euro.