A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

This is a continuation of Chapter 21

Bas' POV

I wanted to follow the Nurse Tee's advice about showing those two guys my ID but I didn't know when I would get to see them again.

When I went to the Breakfast Room the following morning, I didn't see any of the two.

At lunch time I didn't get to see either one of them at all. Were they on a hunger strike???

By evening, I decided to go to the dining hall early.

I made my way to the dining hall five minutes before six.

Holy smokes, the taller of the two guys was standing right outside the dining hall double doors which were still closed.

His back was turned to me because he was reading the menu on the white board that had been set up on a wooden stand.

The menu read Cajun Butter Shrimp Tacos

What the hell was that. I had never eaten one of those before.

Well, I was the adventurous type when it comes to food. I was willing to try it out.

The tall guy turned around when he heard me approaching.

"Good evening," I said a little nervously because I did not know how he would react to me. I was sure that he still remembered that I had kicked him in the shin last night.

He looked at me for a few seconds as if deliberating whether he should even return my greeting or not.

Suddenly I remembered what Nurse Tee had advised me to do.

I quickly took out my wallet from my back pocket and pulled out my ID.

"Here," I said, showing him my ID, "please take a look at my birth year."

He did take a look, and then let out a sigh.

"Why do you look so young? It's so easy for people to mistake you for a minor," he said.

He was looking comfortable now.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I guess I was just born that way. I guess it's just my genes."

"In the later years, though, you will be thankful that you got those genes," he remarked.

I wanted to change the topic about my age. I pointed to the white board where the menu for dinner had been written.

"What kind of dinner is that? Have you eaten that before? Does it taste good?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, one question at a time please," he said, but he was smiling, thank the good lord above.

"Okay, first question," I said, "what kind of dinner is that?"

"It's a fusion of Louisiana and Mexican cuisine," he explained, "second question please."

"My second question was, have you eaten it before," I said, looking at him expectantly.

"Yes, only once, at a restaurant that offered international dishes back in Bangkok," he replied, "and now for your last question?"

"My last question was, does it taste good?" Again I looked at him expectantly mixed with some excitement.

"Drum roll please," he said before answering my question, so I made the sounds, happy at the thought that he was warming up to me.

"...... and the answer to that question is ...... YES!"

In my happiness and excitement, I did not think twice about rushing up to him and hugging him tight.

He quickly pushed me away.

"Easy, easy," he said, looking nervously at a couple that had walked into the foyer and was making their way towards us, most probably with the intention of having dinner like us.

"I can show them my ID if it will make you feel more comfortable," I offered.

Thankfully, I got a smile instead of a frown from him.

"You know what," he said, "come to think of it, what the heck, let people think what they want and if accusations come forward, that's the only time you show your ID, comprende, my friend?"

"Wait, what is comprende?" I asked, because I had never heard that word before.

"It's a Spanish word for 'understand?' " he explained to me patiently.

"Oh, okay, thanks," I said, "I learned something new from you today."

"And you will learn much more in the days ahead," I heard him say under his breath. I could tell he was talking more to himself than to me.

Suddenly the double doors opened wide and a restaurant staff ushered us in.

To my great surprise and great happiness, I felt him put his arm around my shoulder before saying, "Come on, let's fill our stomachs."

"Wait," I said, pulling back, "I have not yet told you my name."

"Your name is Bas," he supplied the information for me.

"Are you psychic?" I asked him wide eyed.

He gave me a gentle flick on my forehead.

"You showed me your ID just a few moments ago," he said, shaking his head in disbelief at how quickly I had forgotten.

I laughed out loud, "yeah, I am that forgetful. But wait, what about you, I don't even know your name and already you are touching me."

He quickly withdrew his arm from around my shoulder and I noticed that he was blushing.

"Oh, oops," he said, "my name is Godt."

He held out his hand to me and I took it.

"Pleased to meet you," I said.

"No, you have met me before," he reminded me, "and it was a painful meeting,"

It was my turn to blush. I regretted kicking him in the shin. It must have hurt really bad because he had ended up on the floor, clutching at his leg.

"I'm sorry," I said, "it was just because I was really feeling so frustrated last night."

"Why?" he asked, and then "no, wait, you can tell me later at our table. Let's get our dinner first."

He handed me a tray from a stack at the end of a counter and then we headed to the glass counter where the sous chef was handing out the main entree.

The plate he handed us had three big tacos filled with medium size shrimps in a red sauce and topped with shredded purple cabbage.

We passed by the beverage section. We had a choice of alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks.

"I'm not much of an alcohol drinker," he remarked, and then turned to face me, "are you?"

"I'm not old enough to drink," I said, putting on a sad face.

"Oh, shit, I forgot," he said.

"Who is having some memory problems now," I said with a laugh.

He laughed with me. Yes! We were going to be good friends.

He picked up a pre-filled tall glass of pomegranate juice. I did the same.

"Let's sit over there," he said, motioning to a table close to the entrance.

I followed him. "Is this your usual spot at meal time?"

"Yes," he replied, "I like to watch the people coming in as I'm eating."

"You will make a good detective," I remarked.

He ignored that remark.

"So tell me why you felt so frustrated last night," he said, just before taking a big bite out of his shrimp taco.

I took a big bite myself before answering him.

The next second, I grabbed a paper napkin and spit out what I had bitten into it.

"What's the matter?" he asked with concern as he looked at my pained expression.

"It's too spicy for me!" I complained.

"Let's get you a substitute dinner," he suggested, already standing up and walking over to the glass counter.

I watched him as he spoke with the sous chef.

The sous chef disappeared behind a set of metal double doors and then in less than three minutes he was back with a plate with something on it and handed it to Godt.

Godt walked back to our table and handed me the plate and said, "Please tell me that you don't have an allergy to chicken."

"I don't," I said, taking the plate from him. It had glazed baked chicken leg quarter surrounded with assorted buttered vegetables.

"Thank you," I remarked belatedly.

"No problem," he said, "now tell me because I'm really curious to know. Why were you feeling so frustrated last night to the point of kicking me in the shin?"

I wasn't able to reply because both Godt and I looked wide eyed as the other guy whom I had kissed last night and whom Godt had punched and threatened to report to security for molesting a minor, suddenly walked in and caught sight of us eating together at one table.

A/N: The image below does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

He stopped in front of us, and with both hands on either side of his waist, said in a really loud voice, "Now, look who is being a pedophile here! Somebody call security please!!!"