He handed me a pair of chopsticks.
“How do I use these? I’ve never eaten with them before. Can’t I just use my fingers?”
He looked at me, a horrified look on his face. “Nuh-uh. No fingers. Here, use your spoon for the rice and don’t put your chopsticks in the rice either. Rest them on the side of your plate if you must. But here, let me show you how to use them.”
After a few moments and a few mishaps, I finally got the hang of it, eating the tasty food. I’d eaten Chinese on occasion, but this was nothing like it and I loved every morsel.
We were about to go back to the main table when Kwan’s phone rang. He mouthed sorry, placing the empty plates on the table.
“Hey, it’s Kwanchai.” I watched his face as he listened to the person on the other end, his eyes growing wide at whatever they said. “Okay, yes. I can. I’ll be there. Eleven tomorrow morning.”
He said goodbye and ended the call, a shocked look on his face.
“Everything alright, Kwan?” I asked, hoping it was good news.
“I think so. Well, yeah, actually everything’s great. Do you want to get out of here? I need to call the other guys, and I’m getting the urge to throw you up against a wall and kiss you stupid.”
There was that brilliant smile again, and after a quick round of goodbyes and the keys to Hana’s car, we left the restaurant.
I was all for the kissing bit. I’d never say no to that.