The clinking sound of the ring against the metal bar, followed by the rustling sound of the fabric echoes near the end corner of a second-clothes shop as Oswin drew the beige curtain closed. Not long after, the same sound reverberated again as he stepped out of the fitting room, dressed in loose black pants that barely reached his ankles and a stoic cactus print woven button-down shirt.
"The pants are too short. The shirt doesn’t suit you. Next," said Sean.
The curtain continually draws open and closed by the same person. In front of the small fitting room, Sean was sitting with his ankle propped on one knee and leaned back on the chair, clearly finding amusement in the busy curtain.
"Too tight. Another," he commanded when Oswin came out with another set of clothes.
Sean couldn't stop the butterflies in his stomach. Despite being Oswin's personal trainer in waitressing and acknowledging his completion, he couldn't help but worry. Even if he could somehow guarantee Oswin's temper, which he would monitor every minute, he couldn't say the same about the customer's temperament.What if the first customer that walked through the door was a gangster? A mafia? Or, to put it simply, the most aggressive customer on Earth? Would Oswin be able to withstand it? He sighed as millions of worse scenarios were running through his head. All he was praying today was to have everything go smoothly."Sean, what's with the sigh? Worry about your relative?" James came up from behind and put his hand on the younger man's shoulder."Yes, bo
"Excuse me, sir, you'll have to wait in line." said a gentle-face boy, holding a board of customers' waitlist."Why do I have to wait in line? I see that table over there is free anyway," said a guy in a grey T-shirt and light blue jeans. A three-day-old beard and mustache covered his oblong face-shaped, making his dark brown Asian eyes and the whole complexion more intimidating."No, sir. We're cleaning it for the next customer whose name is on the list here," replied the boy while pointing to a clipboard in his hand. "You need to register your name and wait for me to call you when it's your turn. Just like those—"."Oy, so noisy. Why does a waiter here talk so much? Did he not get trained?" said the young guy in a similar facial structure as the one from before, but with a clear and smooth jawl
"I've heard someone is looking for me."A guttural voice reverberated throughout the whole restaurant, rendering everyone speechless. The customers who had always been told that the new waiter was mute were flabbergasted upon hearing this.But the nonplus wasn't solely because Oswin could talk. The majority of it went to the amazement of how one voice could be so charmingly mellifluous.Female customers almost forgot the tension in the air as the appearance of the handsome, blond-haired guy who stepped out from the kitchen to stand next to the trio's table overwhelmed them."Oh, so that's the new chicken," said Eli, looking completely unbothered at the tall figure before his table. "But didn't the owner say you're mute? How come you can talk?"
Seeing Oswin's bloodshot eyes, Sean's fear increased tenfold, for he knew the elf king wasn't the all-talk type. He would surely do what he had said. And that was the least he wanted. To prevent a murder case from happening, Sean grabbed Oswin's wrist tightly, refusing to let go despite the pain in his hand."Let me go, servant. I'll deal with those scums. How dare they hurt you?" Oswin commanded, demanding Sean to let him go, but the latter shook his head vigorously and tightened his grip. Oswin could break free easily, but he didn't do it, for he was afraid the force would hurt the fragile human in front of him."Don't do it, Oswin. I'm okay," Sean said."How come you're okay? Look at your blood. It almost floods the entire room.""What's going on?" James
At around midnight, an indistinct, trembling sound made the sharp-eared Oswin wake up. He sat up on the sofa and held his breath, focusing on the faint noise."Hmm... Cold, so cold."Knowing he did not imagine things, he rushed to the bedroom. When he pushed the wooden door open—trying to be as quiet as he could—he saw Sean's body was trembling under the blanket with beads of sweat formed all over his face, especially in the area where his brows furrowed. His teeth clattered, murmuring the same words repeatedly in broken sentences.Heading towards the bed, Oswin placed his hand on Sean's forehead and frowned once he realized the latter had a fever. With quick strides towards the bathroom, he took a basin, filled it with cold water, and grabbed a small towel before returning to sit on the be
"Mr. Sean?" Robert tried to bring his attention back to him."I-I can explain." He stammered as he turned his gaze from Oswin and back to the legal person."I believe you have nothing to explain, Mr. Sean.""B-but...I... he," he stammered, trying to find words to defend Oswin. He did not want the elf king to go to the police or court. The risks were high, and the consequences were severe. Oswin's identity would be exposed, and James would know the truth. He did not want to break the man's trust. James had always been taking care of him ever since he started working here. He did not want to return the gratitude with lies. But the question was... what should he say to save the situation?"Please listen to me first, Mr. Sean," Robert held up a hand, waking the
Yesterday midnight, at Thomas's house,A long shadow cast on the wooden floorboard, moving around swiftly but without a single creaking sound, showing how excellent his foot skills were, even though the person's height was definitely a tall one, judging from the shadow's size. He wandered inside the living room, heading where two swords were hung in a wide horizontal X-form as a part of the decoration on the sage green painted wall. After plucking one off the original place, he headed to the middle of the room, making sure to smash every breakable thing along the way. He knew the noise would wake up three sleepyheads upstairs. Reaching the destination, he readjusted the weapon in his hand, wielding it skillfully in a horizontal eight-figure—a picture of someone who had undergone the arts of sword fighting and even mastered it.
The disappearance of Thomas and his sons remained a mystery to Sean and James. Oswin refused to say a word, no matter how hard he tried to grill him. He could not shake off the feeling that this whole thing involved Oswin's doing. But as stubborn as the elf king could be, he got nothing out of Oswin. Knowing it was useless no matter what, he decided to drop the subject. Besides, there were no murder cases that involved the trio for quite some time. It looked like what he had feared did not happen.The transfer of Thomas' restaurant's ownership to James took only two weeks. It was faster than anyone expected. In less than a month, he was swamped helping James manage two restaurants simultaneously. They thought they could do it, but in reality, it turned out to be more complicated than they had thought. They had no choice but to sell the old restaurant and used the money to renovate the new one