Mike Vitar Young Novels & Stories

I, Michael and Jackson were the only young people and we stood out. It was quiet except for a few murmurs and loud sipping of coffee. Vito was a sitting with his back to the wall, alone with a brewing cup in his front. I walked to his table and took a seat. Jackson and Michael sat together at a different table being on the look out. I had briefed them earlier about how sneaky Vito can be. I watched him balefully as he sipped his coffee. I was fighting a lot of urge to reach over and grab his neck. He put his cup down and reclined.

On the contrary, he stopped and studied Mike before asking him, "And you are?" Flattered, Mike said, "I- I'm …" He was so excited that he could not speak properly. "I'm Mike, Gabriel Young's second son from Power Electronics. I had the honor of meeting you the last time you came to Power Electronics to talk about working together with my father." Kevan frowned as he tried to recall. A moment later, he said mildly, "Indeed, that seemed to have happened." Seeing that Kevan remembered him, Mike was getting happier and he began to ramble. "My father is still talking about wanting to meet with you again, Mr. Rogers. I wonder if you'll be so kind as to fulfill his wishes?"

"You're not worth the energy it would take to destroy you. I have better things to focus on." The meal arrives, simple pasta, perfectly prepared. The sauce is made from tomatoes the owner grows himself, a recipe unchanged for three generations. We eat in silence for a while, the tension between us slowly shifting from hostility to something almost like understanding. "The young man," Victor says eventually. "Mike. I wasn't going to expose him, you know. Just enough speculation to make people talk." "I know." "You're protecting him."

“It’s rare for you to video call. What’s going on?” Elara, who was standing not far from there, immediately stopped. She did not move, but her eyes shifted toward Mike. Mike did not answer immediately, but his expression softened slightly. “Tomorrow night there’s a family event. It’s Grandfather’s birthday.” Vania’s eyes immediately lit up. “Really? You’re coming?” “Yes,” Mike replied. “Come with me.” Vania’s smile widened. She moved closer to the camera, then kissed the phone screen playfully. “Of course I’ll come. I’m always there for you. You want to introduce me as the Young Madam Tyson, right?”

a simple answer, but Mike seems fulfilled. He nodded and wait until he goes. He opened his phone and launched the CAM application he is using from its launch. “Sam Ramos … this man is the top streamer?” he keeps on visiting his profile, but he knocks it off when a young lady calls his name from a decent distance. “Babe!” Mike immediately goes to her and maintains social distancing until they reach a motel nearby. Mike is a naughty twenty-three years old Civil Engineering senior. He always wanted new-- if he tastes it, he can throw it like a lollipop from his mouth.