☆ restaurant

@☆ lee jongsuk. Chris was laying on the couch, hands above his face as his eyes stared blankly at the small screen of his phone in his hands. It was to pass time, a lot of it, or at least until his husband had returned home. He found it quite interesting how involved he would always get whenever he had watched videos on Youtube. It was almost like time flew past each time he had found a small series or an interesting person to watch. Suddenly, the video stopped. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, his silent question was answered once the caller ID had lowered on his screen. Wait. Chris blinked, having a double take on the number flashing on the screen. Lowering his hands, Chris had moved into a reasonable position on the couch. This was an unknown number to him. Who could this had been? It definitely wasn't anyone he knew as he didn't give out his number much. He was slow but eventually he had tapped the green phone symbol on the screen, hovering the device near his ear.

What if they were scammers? Like for credit cards, or taxes?! Who- "Hello?"

@♡ chris kain do. /I glance down at the number I've managed to get - wanting to give my restaurant a better look always being a hard thing for me, mostly because I tend to when it comes to design and stuff - but following a friend's advice, I decide to start with getting the place some new paitings, which is why I have your number with me right now/
/by my lunch's time, where I was supposed to be taking a break indeed, but used to taking care of the restaurant instead, I decide to give you a quick call, typing the number on my phone and quickly dialing it, sat by one of the empty tables of the restaurant, my free hand lightly tapping onto the wooden table as the other holds the phone to my ear, waiting for the call to be answered/

☆ open!