Chapter 143 - Skeletons in Their Closets (1/2)
Meanwhile, inside the kitchen, Yana was helping Jack prepare a breakfast feast fit for a king. She was in charge of the tea trolley, arranging its aesthetics while Jack triple checked all the food that came out from the hot line.
”Jack, where do you think I should put this?” she asked, holding up a potted plant to decorate the bland tea trolley. ”Should it be on top? Or bottom?”
”I prefer the bottom.”
Yana chortled. She hugged the potted plant to her c.h.e.s.t when it almost slipped from her hands. ”I knew it. You like bottoms.”
Dodging the peanuts that flew her way, she ducked below the kitchen island, potted plant still in hand. Even with Jack's assault of raining peanuts, her laughter boomed in the kitchen. ”Stop it! Why are you so guilty?!”
”Who's guilty?! You! You!” He aimed more peanuts at her.
”But I just said you like bottoms.”
”I wasn't born yesterday, Yana. I know what you��re insinuating.”
Saved by the chef stepping out of the hot line, Yana breathed a sigh of relief. She held the pot of plant over her face as she made an escape from Jack. However, she shrieked upon bumping on something hard, her hard cupping the surface. ”Thank god, it's not a wall,” she uttered her thoughts too loud.
”Ha!” Jack sneered, seeing that the wall Yana claimed isn't a wall but was in fact a stoneface.
”Oh! It's you! Good morning. Shadow's not here if you're looking for her.”
”Ehem,” MIB1 cleared his throat. ”I'm here for the coffee. In the pantry.”
”Really?” Jack and Yana said in unison, wiggling their eyebrows. The two entered a truce, ganging up on MIB1.
”Really. Coffee is cold in the security office.”
”Tch! Then why are you empty-handed?” Yana asked, her chin jutted to the direction of MIB1's hand.
Lifting his hand, MIB1's lips quivered. It was indeed empty. He thought of an excuse to get himself out of the quicksand of shame, so he blurted the first thing that came to mind, ”I forgot to bring it.”
Just as Yana was to send another jab to MIB1's way, she saw him straighten his back in attention, so she looked over her shoulders where his eyes were trained on.
”Good morning,” Shadow lazily greeted Yana and Jack, tapping their backs before sauntering to the pantry. Their heads snapped to her direction, with Jack going back to what he was originally doing.
”Maybe we should have a bag of coffee beans in the security office. Those fools didn't even know how to refill the bean canister every time it's empty. I always do it for them. I wonder how they survived before. Were they just drinking pissed-tasting coffee?” Shadow grumbled.
Across the kitchen island, Yana shifted her gaze where a Stonehenge once stood, but was surprised when MIB1 silently disappeared in the background. ”Huh? What happened?” Her finger pointed towards the direction.
”What?” Shadow asked.
”MIB1 was here seconds ago?” Yana replied and raised a questioning brow.
”He was?” Shadow tipped her head to the side, shrugging. ”I didn't see him when I came in.”
Yana scratched her head, amazed at how quick MIB1 was to make an exit. However, she moved on when Jack pumped his fists in the air, rushing her to finish her task, Yana bent down and placed the potted plant on the lower shelf of the tea trolley. ”Bottom it is,” she whispered.
For years, Jack would take this lengthy walk in peace and solitude, wishing for a note of noise to tickle his ears. But since Yana came, he regretted his wishes, biting his tongue to take it back, wishing yet again to give him back the silence he was accustomed to.
The girl's mouth was a bazooka—she only stops talking when she's chewing her food for Pete's sake!
Quenching her inner fujoshi, Yana elbowed him, ”I smelled you when we first met. I knew it all along. I saw how you ate those bananas. There's no lying about it.”
Exhaling through his nose, steam shot out of Jack's face, red with rage. However, just as he was to unleash his breath of fire, two big hands clamped on his shoulders.