“Dom, we will discuss it in the meeting tomorrow. Thank you, Dom, please go home and rest” Noah ends the call hurriedly. He will apologise to Dominique tomorrow. But now there’s something he should do. He runs to the stairs and scrambles down in a rush.

“Jackson!” Noah calls him before Jackson can approach the standing billboard where Taylor and Oliver are hiding. The couple probably can hear him, but Noah can’t care about that now, he will talk to his best friend later. Jackson halts and looks behind him where Noah frantically comes.

His face probably looks panicked now and Noah can feel the sweat rolling on his forehead, “Do you know where Taylor is?” he asks pretending he knows nothing.

Jackson raises his eyebrows “I’m looking for him now” he answers unamused but then raises a brow when he notices his fiancee's best friend's pale face as if he just saw a ghost. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

For being a terrible liar, Noah inwardly curses Taylor for making him caught in this awkward situation. Jackson's stern face now scrutinises him causing Noah's feet can’t stop tapping nervously, “Uhm... I think I heard someone gagging on the bathroom stall. I was afraid… you know it’s him and his allergic showed up”.

Jackson’s eyebrows frown before his round eyes widen realisation, “For fuck’s sake Noah! Are you forgetting to tell the catering about the damn bean?? You just have one goddamn job, Noah! I can’t believe you are that incompetent! Wait here, I’ll check on him” he barks annoyedly and saunters away in the opposite direction quickly. 

Noah tries to hold his rage with Jackson’s harsh tone and rude attitude toward someone who is actually older than him. Noah shuts his eyes. He can’t count how many times he’s been blamed for that damn catering; Taylor’s mother, Jackson even Oliver. If someone mentions Taylor’s bean allergy one more time on his face, he will legit snap at them.

He takes a deep breath; He did that to save his best friend's reputation and his billion-worth relationship. Freaking rich people and their drama.

Oliver pulls out first, trying to catch his breath. Taylor can’t stop giggling while leaving a few pecks on his lips. Oliver feels dizzy. It’s like he is floating in the sky with stars and the moon.

Taylor always has this impact on him.

“I can’t believe it after two weeks…” Oliver whispers on Taylor’s lips as their foreheads are pressed together.

“I know baby I know, I’m sorry this exhibition really takes my time” Taylor closes his eyes, enjoying the warmness from Oliver’s breath.

Oliver lifts his head “It’s alright, it doesn’t matter now. I have something for you” he says. Taylor looks at him with wide eyes, waiting with anticipation as Oliver takes off his wine-coloured silk scarf on his neck and puts it on Taylor’s neck.

“Isn’t this your favourite scarf that you bought when you visited France for the first time?” Taylor asks in disbelief. Oliver always wears it only on special occasions; when he got his Michelin star, when he got qualification certificates or when he appeared on national TV for the first time. That scarf basically is his lucky charm.

“Yeah, happy birthday” Oliver kisses his cheek softly

 “But it's still next month”

“I know, this is my first gift for you” he smiles "I'll give my luck on you, this is the beginning of your career, babe"

“JACKSON!” someone’s scream jolted both of them. Taylor’s body goes stiff as his eyes are blown wide. 

Actually, Oliver doesn’t mind being caught, he wants to confront Jackson in the first place and tells him that Taylor and he love each other, so fuck off and leave them alone. But he doesn’t want to get Taylor in trouble, so he just reluctantly keeps silent.

“Shh... it’s Noah,” Taylor whispers in horror.

“Uhm... I think I heard someone gagging on the bathroom stall. I was afraid… you know it’s him and his allergy showed up” someone with a chirping light voice that Oliver recognises as someone who told himself as Taylor's best friend earlier. 

The guy spewing obvious lies because he checked in person that nothing in the menu can trigger Taylor's allergy. But Oliver just said nothing about that.

Taylor lets out his breath as soon as he hears Jackson’s steps leaving them “Do you think Noah saw us?” he asks nervously. Nibbling on his own lips.

Oliver fixes the runaway strand of hair on Taylor’s forehead gently, he shrugs “I don’t know” 

Well, frankly, he doesn’t care either.