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

Third Person POV

What Gulf and Mew had not noticed was that it was only Podd who was doing the embracing. Preeda was standing stiffly with her arms hanging limply on either side of her body.

After Podd let go of Preeda, he went back to the kitchen sink where he rinsed the rice before adding the right amount of water and then plugging the cooker into an outlet in the kitchen.

Mew silently motioned to Gulf to walk away and then together they went back to the living room.

"I have a suggestion," said Mew, "let's just order takeout. I don't wanna join those two love birds in the kitchen."

Gulf was still somewhat in a trance. He had not expected to stumble into that scene in the kitchen.

"Hello, earth to Gulf, earth to Gulf," Mew was starting to get upset at Gulf's non-response.

Gulf shook his head as if to drive away some unpleasant thoughts.

"Huh, what did you say, P'Mew?" he asked wide eyed.

"What's with the spacing out, Gulf? Were you shocked and disappointed at seeing your lover cheating on you?" Mew asked with obvious displeasure.

"Stop it, P'Mew!" Gulf protested, "I was shocked but not disappointed. In fact, I would be rooting for those two love birds."

"Don't get involved with other people's love affairs," Mew cautioned Gulf, "If they happen to have a fight you could get caught in the line of fire."

"Okay, okay," Gulf agreed, "so what were you suggesting about lunch again?"

"Oh, so you were half listening at least," Mew said, not bothering to hide his sarcasm.

"You seem to be spoiling for a fight," Gulf said, his voice starting to turn cold.

"I'm sorry, Gulf," Mew's voice softened, "Would you like to order takeout instead? There's a newly opened Indian restaurant not far from here."

"Oh yeah," Gulf replied, "I heard about that newly opened Indian restaurant. People have been talking about it for some time now. They say that the food they serve there is really good."

"Do you remember the name of that restaurant?" Mew asked.

"I think it's called Mumbai Spices," Gulf replied. (A/N: This is just a made up name. Doesn't exist in reality)

Mew quickly took out his phone and accessed the website. Together with Gulf they browsed through the menu.

"The chicken tikka masala looks great," Gulf and Mew said at the same time.

"Let's order two of those," Gulf suggested.

Mew tapped on the restaurant's contact number. Mew started to get annoyed that no one was answering at the other end.

"The restaurant seems to be closed," Mew remarked with some annoyance.

"Try calling again," Gulf advised. As usual, Gulf had the cooler head between the two of them.

Finally after several rings, someone picked up the call.

"Mumbai Spices, AJ Chayapol speaking, how may I help you today?"

"Do you normally leave your phone to keep ringing before picking it up?" Mew could not help saying with some irritation but he got stomped on the foot by Gulf.

"I'm very sorry about that, sir, would you like to order from any of our delicious dishes, sir?" AJ asked hopefully on the other end.

"Yes, I would like to make two orders of your chicken tikka masala," Mew replied, "How soon will you be able to deliver it to me?"

"It depends on where you are located, sir," AJ replied.

Mew gave AJ the address. AJ quickly grabbed a pen and paper. His eyes kept growing bigger and bigger as he recognized the address that Mew was giving him. He stole a glance at Art who was peacefully enjoying the lunch that AJ had served him earlier at the table just from across the cashier's counter. He had been serving Art some tandoori chicken and Art had requested for some lime to squeeze on the chicken. AJ had run to the back of the restaurant to fetch some for Art and that had been the cause of the delay in answering Mew's call.

"We will have your order delivered to you in thirty to forty five minutes, sir," AJ said, his eyes still intently on Art who was squeezing some more lime juice on his chicken.

"Great," Mew replied, "Have it delivered to the penthouse, please."

"Okay," said AJ, "Will you be paying with cash or credit?"

"Credit," Mew replied.

Mew gave AJ his credit card information.

"Thank you, sir," AJ said and waited for Mew to cut the call before putting the phone down.

AJ slowly approached Art, enjoying the view of Art innocently stuffing the food into his mouth.

"Would you like to come with me, Art?" AJ asked, looking so lovingly at Art.

"To where?" Art asked, still chewing on his food.

"To bed," AJ replied.

Art started choking on his food.

AJ quickly grabbed a glass of water and handed it to Art and then started tapping on Art's upper back.

"I'm sorry, Art, I'm so sorry," AJ was beside himself with guilt. He shouldn't have played with Art while Art was in the process of swallowing his food. "What I really wanted to say was that one of your colleagues has ordered takeout and I was thinking it would be fun if you and I delivered his order to him."

"Who made the order?" Art asked, wide eyed.

"Someone named Mew," AJ replied.

Art started choking on the water this time.

"Who is Mew?" AJ asked, watching Art's reaction intently.

Art just shook his head.

"Answer me, Art," AJ demanded.

"It has nothing to do with you," Art countered.

"It has everything to do with me!" AJ exclaimed. "If he is your boyfriend, I swear to god..."

"He is not anything to me!" Art protested.

"Then why were you choking at the mention of his name?" AJ wanted to know.

"Look, AJ, you're wasting precious customer's time by standing here arguing with me instead of rushing over to the chef and telling the chef to start cooking whatever Mew ordered," Art said, his face all red from all the coughing.

AJ turned around without another word and went to the kitchen to talk to the chef. After a few minutes he was back pounding his fist on Art's table.

"My intuition is telling me that he is not nothing to you," AJ said angrily, his face just inches from Art's. "Now confess."