"Where the hell is Julius?" Wyatt's deep voice boomed through the silent office and startled everyone who was working peacefully. They all stared bewildered at Wyatt who was scanning the room with an irritated look visible on his face as he was waiting impatiently for an answer. "Well?"

A man tapped on his coworker's shoulder. "Did he just call the boss by his first name?" He whispered.

"I think he did."

The man glanced at Wyatt. "How would someone like that know hi-" The man couldn't finish his sentence when he saw Wyatt glaring at him. Everyone watched Wyatt's every move while Wyatt slowly walked up to the employee.

"So," Wyatt began with a low voice. "It appears that someone can talk after all." The employee flinched when Wyatt slammed his hand on the desk. "Where the fuck is that idiot boss of yours?"

The employee gulped and turned his terrified eyes to Wyatt. "He's in a meeting at this moment," the man squeaked. "He'll be back in a few minutes."

"Fine. I'll wait then." Wyatt found an empty chair and sat on it. He propped his head on his hand and used his other hand to tap on the desk.

A woman walked up to him nervously. "Do you want some coffee while you're waiting?" She asked Wyatt.

"I'm not a big fan of coffee," he muttered.

"Oh. Then what about a hot chocolate?"

Wyatt looked eagerly at her. "I'd rather have that," Wyatt replied.

"Okay," the woman smiled. "Coming right up."

A few minutes later, the woman handed Wyatt his hot chocolate and she began to form small talk with him. They both turned their attention to the hallway when they heard a familiar voice talking happily to someone else.

"Remember to send the information for me, alright?” The voice asked. "I’ll call you to let you know when we can start on the project. Goodbye."

"Ah," Wyatt smirked when he saw Julius walking to his office. Julius frowned and turned around to see Wyatt standing next to the female employee. Julius didn't even try to hide his fear when he saw Wyatt's menacing eyes staring him down. "Good afternoon, Julius."

"O-oh hey, Wyatt," Julius whispered while he watched Wyatt walking up to him. Every step Wyatt took, Julius took a small step back. "H-hey hey!" Julius shouted quickly when Wyatt was only half a meter away. "We can discuss this in my office, okay? You're scaring my employees." Julius motioned to the other people who were watching them attentively.

Wyatt frowned and scanned the room for someone who looked scared. "What do you mean?" He asked as he turned back to Julius. "I don’t see anyone scared of me. Instead, they look like they enjoy seeing you like this."

"We do," someone coughed.

A vein appeared on Julius's head as he grabbed Wyatt's arm and dragged him to his office. He closed the door and crossed his arms. "Why did you have to visit today?" He asked as he looked up at him.

"Where the fuck is the rest of my money?" Wyatt demanded.

"Your money?" Julius smiled nervously. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"This isn't the first time that you do this shit." Wyatt sighed. "Stay on the rules of our contract or I'll be looking for another place that can hire me." Wyatt looked at Julius dead in the eye. "I'll even go back to Japan to work for the Yakuza if you keep acting like this."

"No! Please don't go!" Julius cried as he leeched on Wyatt. "You're the best hitman that I have right now. Oliver isn't here anymore and the other ones are average. It'll cost me a fortune if you leave me!"

"Does it look like I care?"

Julius looked at Wyatt's face to see that he couldn't care less. "Don't leave!" He begged. "I'll give you the whole amount that you made. Plus a bonus of 150K dollars."

Wyatt pushed Julius off of him. "I don't need all that money. Just give me the rest of the cut that I was supposed to get," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "If you can transfer the money for me, I'll let this slide. For this time."

"Thank you!" Julius cried as he leeched back onto Wyatt.

"Get off me," Wyatt demanded.

Julius got off of him and went to his desk. "Sorry," he said, clearing his throat. "I'll transfer the money. You'll get the notification in a few minutes." Julius sat down behind his desk and turned his computer on. "Anything else?"

"No," Wyatt replied as he went to the door. "I still have to go grocery shopping with my friend."

"Are you going to cook today?" Julius asked as his eyes looked hopeful. "Can I join?"

"No," Wyatt answered. "Maybe some other time. Goodbye."

"Bye Wyatt!"

Wyatt closed the door and said goodbye to the others as he left the office. He got in his car and drove to Mike's house. When Wyatt was standing in front of his house, he lowered the passenger window and began honking.

"What the hell, man?!" Mike yelled at the entrance. "Give me a minute, goddamn!" He swiftly grabbed his jacket and ran to Wyatt's car. "Why did you have to hurry me like that?"

"I still don't know what you guys want to eat," Wyatt replied as Mike closed the passenger door.

"That bowl with rice n' pork from last time. Damn, that shit sounds good." Mike's stomach growled after he said that.

"Katsudon? Alright." They parked at the convenience store and Mike and Wyatt stepped out of the car.

“What kinda shit do you need to buy?” Mike asked while they entered the store. His eyes caught a glimpse of a bag of chips. “I know that we need that,” he muttered as he grabbed the bag and put it in Wyatt’s basket.

Wyatt sighed as he grabbed some spices and tossing them in his basket. “I think that we need to stop at another store later.”

“Why?” Before Wyatt could answer him, he remembered why. “Oooooh, you need to go to that one Asian store to buy them spices, right?”

“Yes,” Wyatt answered, staring at the shelf full of different brands of rice. He grabbed the one he has a preference for and put it in his basket as he walked to the meat department.

“Man, we ain’t got time for that bullshit,” Mike complained.

“Listen,” Wyatt began as he turned to look at Mike. “You have two options. We can go to the other store so I can make the food as I do normally or we can buy everything here to make it. But remember, if we buy everything here, the food will be whitewashed and it wouldn’t taste the same as last time.”

“Nah, man. Ignore me bitchin' about it. I don’t want to eat no motherfuckin' whitewashed food. That shit be tastin' bad as hell,” Mike said, remembering the time when his ex-girlfriend cooked for him.

His ex “claimed” that she could cook really good Mexican food and of course, Mike wanted to try it. The day Mike arrived at his ex’s house, he found it a little weird that he didn’t smell the strong smell of food that he always smelled when Wyatt’s cooking, but he ignored it. But when the food hit his tongue, his whole body felt like crumpling down. Mike asked what kind of spices she used for the food, but his ex just looked at him strangely. Mike couldn’t say to her that he didn't like it and ate the rest of the food with a deep ache in his heart. On that day, he felt the most disappointed that he’s ever felt to this day.

“So, shut the fuck up then,” Wyatt said as he searched for the boneless pork cutlets. He saw that there was only one plastic container containing four left and reached his arm out to grab it. When his hand landed on the container, he saw another one on it. Wyatt’s eyes followed the arm to see David staring with a daze at him. Wyatt narrowed his eyes because of the awkward situation that he was in.

David’s eyes widened. “O-oh,” David stuttered. “Sorry that I kept staring.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Wyatt smiled politely.

“Oh my God, he looks like everything that I need in a man,” David thought. “He’s taller than me, he has broad shoulders and I have a feeling that he can cook.” David sighed. “But guys like him are always straight.”

“What’s wrong?” Wyatt asked as he leaned towards David.

David took a step back as he tried to keep his face composed. “It’s nothing!” David grabbed the container and gave it to him. “You can have it,” he said as he looked up to Wyatt. “Way to go, stupid! How the fuck can you get his number in this situation that we're in?”

“Wyatt!” David turned to Mike’s voice and watched Mike walking up to them as Wyatt put his fingers against his temple while he sighed out of irritation. “Why did you leave me alone?”

“It’s not my fault that you have the attention span of a four-year-old,” Wyatt muttered.

“Whatchu say?” Mike demanded as he noticed David standing in front of them. He nudged Wyatt and motioned him to come closer. “Who’s the white boy?” He whispered. “He one of your exes?”

“Shut your mouth,” Wyatt hissed as he glanced at David who was watching them with a frown on his face.

Mike eyed the both of them. “I see how it is,” Mike grinned mischievously. “I gotchu man.” Mike turned to David with a big grin on his face as he wrapped his arm around Wyatt’s neck. “What’s up, man. The name’s Mike. And this is my homie, Wyatt.”

“I’m David. Nice to meet you,” David smiled.

Mike’s grin was getting bigger as he looked at Wyatt who was trying his best not to look Mike in the eye. “Anyway, David. Do you wanna know a fun fact about Wyatt?”

“Sure.”

“What kind of bullshit is he going to spout now?” Wyatt wondered.

“You know, this man can fuckin' cook! He’s on chef-level n' he’s a master in desserts.” He leaned into David and put his hand next to his mouth. “And he’s also single,” he whispered. Wyatt sighed and left them to grab some other stuff.

David chuckled. "Why would you think that I'm interested in him?"

Mike frowned. "You ain't?" He put his hand on the back of his neck while he sheepishly grinned. "Damn, I thought you like him. You were givin' off the vibes n' all."

"I may have a chance if he's also attracted to men." David took a deep breath. "Is Wyatt also attracted to men?" David asked. "Shit! I did it! Now there's no turning back."

"He said to me that he doesn't care about gender,” Mike said. “And you be lookin' like his type. The cute type, ya know? Kinda short, fluffy brown hair, blue eyes, in shape, but not like ripped n' some other shit.”

“So you’re saying that I have a chance with him?” David asked, a small hint of hope visible in his voice.

Mike wrapped his arm around David’s shoulder. “Of course, man! I’m tryin’ to set my homie up with someone. He’s been single for too long and I think that everyone needs their special someone. Ain’t that right, Wyatt?” Mike looked at the place where Wyatt was standing and his eyes widened when he didn’t see Wyatt standing there anymore. “Wait. Where the hell did Wyatt run off to?”

“He left to another aisle when you began talking to me,” David replied.

“Wanna go look for him?”

After a few minutes of making more small talk and walking together, David spotted Wyatt looking deep in thought.

“Wyatt!”

Wyatt looked at the person who called him and groaned when he saw Mike at the other end of the aisle. “What?”

“When’re you gonna cook for us?” Mike asked as they walked up to Wyatt.

Wyatt frowned. “I’m going to cook for you today, right?”

“I mean for me and David. I told him about your cookin’ skills and how you’re a master of Japanese food. David loves Japanese food. So you know that I wanna flex for you,” Mike grinned.

Wyatt stared at Mike and glanced at David’s hopeful expression. “Fine,” Wyatt sighed. "It's only a small dinner. What's the worst that could happen?"

“Hell yeah!” Mike cheered and looked at David. "Lemme get yo number so I can make a group chat for us. I'll do the plannin', aight?”