22 Wifey? (1/2)

In a hotpot restaurant near a certain university, the waiter was gazing confusedly at the three heads lying on the table taking a nap.

Looking at the two small heads and the one adult head between them, the waiter was at loss on what to do.

They had been sleeping there for about ten minutes now; the manager had told him to wake them up and either ask them their order or make them leave the restaurant. After a brief hesitation, the waiter decided to wake up the adult head.

The man had messy and unkempt hair with headphones playing and looked to be deeply asleep.

As the waiter gently shook his shoulder, a pair of sleepy eyes blinked at him.

”Wifey?”

The waiter was dumbstruck. It was the first time he was ever called as 'wifey' by a man.

He awkwardly cleared his throat.

”Uh...sir, I'm here to ask for your orders.”

Fortunately, the man blinked again and seemed to remember where he was. He looked at the menu that was lying untouched on their table.

”Mmm...alright.”

His voice was low and hoarse, sounding dazed and confused. He picked up the menu and lowered his head, studying it for a bit. After three minutes of patiently waiting, the waiter looked at the man to ask for his order again.

But he was struck speechless by what he saw.

The man had fallen asleep again!