Ch. 8 Dinner and He's the Chef?!

"Dinners ready! ",called a familiar voice

I ran down the stairs with Martinus a couple steps behind me.

When we got downstairs, I was starstruck.

'Siah?! Cooking?! I can't believe it! 😧😵' ,I thought as we made our way to the glass dinner table. 'So expensive!! '

He looked like one of those chefs at those performance restaurants (he even cooked on those big stove table things!).

Secretly, I was amazed at his talent!

He could do anything that those performance chefs could do! And more!

When I walked in, he saw me, lost concentration, and dropped his knife.

"Oh no! I'm sorry for distracting you! Here, let me get this for you... " I said while looking at him and trying to pick up the knife.

"Watch it! " he said suddenly, but it was too late.

The palm of my hand had about a 2 inch long cut on it from the knife.

Siah instantly got out from behind the counter and got on his knees.

"Let me see. " he said urgently.

He tried to touch it, but as soon as he did... "OUCH! SI THAT HURTS! "

'CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP, I CALLED HIM HIS OLD NICKNAME FROM ELEMENTARY! RETRE-'

He lifted me up in a princess carry (￣へ ￣). To be honest, I don't even know why he lifted me up like that, it was just a small cut! But as I looked down, I realized that it was WAY more severe and could possibly need stitches 😬. (I HATE NEEDLES!)

He ran off with me while saying with a crooked smile, "Looks like this is the second time I try to warn you and have failed."And then he brought me to a building about 20 yards from the dorm, took me inside and laid me down on a fluffy cushion.

I don't know exactly what it was, but I didnt care! It was so soft 🤤😍!

I must've fallen asleep because I felt something touching my hand.

"Hey mom? Is that you?" I mumbled leaning groggily against the person putting bandages on my hand and forgetting that I was on campus and not home.

Moms embrace felt warm and comforting, so I nestled closer.

I went to hold their hand and as soon as I did, I became confused.

"Mom, why is your hand so big? "

Her hand was big, and this person was DEFINITELY not my mom, but it felt nice to hold it.

At this point, I was almost fully awake.

I looked up at the person's face, but that's when I realized who the person was...