Billionaire Biker Boy
Chapter 10. The Role of an Entertainer
Samut picked up a large piece of squid with his chopsticks and popped it into his mouth. The sharp aroma of fresh wasabi shot straight up his nose, bringing tears to his beautiful eyes.
His blissful expression from enjoying the delicious food didn't go unnoticed by the sharp eyes watching him tenderly. Then came the grilled scallops with various toppings, and once again, Wonchana slid the plate closer and served the person sitting inside. Samut couldn't help but ask, "So, is it still me who's the hired companion here? You're serving me like this... don't tell me you're planning to deduct my pay? Because if you do, I'll report you to the labour department for exploiting your poor employee."
Wonchana looked at him and was greeted by pitiful puppy eyes. The man burst into laughter, tears nearly escaping his eyes.
...What a drama queen Chihuahua.
"I didn't hire you to serve me, did I? Your job is just to hang out and eat with me. I promise there won't be any deductions. If there's even a one-minute overtime, I'll round it up for you. How does that sound?" Wonchana said with a charming smile.
"...And I'll even tip you if you stop calling me Mr Vice President."
Samur's eyes lit up at the mention of a tip. "If I can't call you that, what should I call you then?"
"How old are you?"
"22. I'll be 23 next April."
"I'm 29. I'll be 30 February. So, why don't you call me P’Win, and I'll call you Nuu O. How about that?" Wonchana suggested.
"Just O is fine," Samut replied.
“But I want to call you Nuu O."
Nuu O was about to protest, but the word 'tip' popped up in his mind.
"Fine... but you don't need to round up the overtime. I might be stingy, but I'm not that greedy."
Wonchana laughed. ...This little Chihuahua is such a good kid.
Just then, a large bowl of sashimi was served. Samut's bright black eyes sparkled with excitement, as he'd just discovered an underwater treasure.
"Which ones do you like, Mr Vice President?" Samut asked cheerfully after snapping photos from every angle. Wonchana cleared his throat and asked, "Nuu O, you don't want the tip anymore?"
The Chihuahua looked puzzled for a moment before realisation struck. His fair cheeks flushed red instantly. "What's your favourite, P'Win?"
...Oh, why didn't I get this flustered earlier this morning?
P' Win smiled warmly and replied, like everything, but I have a soft spot for Chihuahua... I mean, tuna. What about you, Nuu O?"
Nuu O glared.
What Chihuahua? ...Oh, forget it. Can I just skip the tip?
"How much is the tip for calling you P'Win?" Samut asked, beginning to reconsider the whole tipping deal.
"How much do you want?"
Samut looked like he was about to cry. "Can I just skip the tip and go back to calling you what I used to?"
Wonchana laughed heartily. ...This Chihuahua is just too fun to tease. Not wanting to push the smaller man too far, he quickly said, "Call me whatever makes you comfortable. Anything's fine, even if I'd prefer P'Win."
"Uh... how about 'P’Vice President? And fifty per cent of the tip will do."
P'Vice President suppressed his laughter, his shoulders shaking...This little stingy Samutr sure knows how to negotiate. Absolutely top-notch. Once he calmed down, Wonchana picked up a thick piece of salmon for Samutr and asked, "And what's your favourite?"
"I like white fish, like hamachi, sea bass, and canker sore roe," Samutr replied.
"Huh? What's the last one?" Wonchana, a seasoned Japanese food enthusiast, asked curiously.
"Salmon roe. When you bite into them, they pop with a salty, fishy flavour, kind of like biting into a canker sore," Samutr explained, demonstrating by eating one with a blissful expression. Wonchana, smiling so much his cheeks hurt, watched him
fondly.
...Being around this Chihuahua makes me smile and laugh more than ever.
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When the savoury food was gone, Wonchana realised that Samut could eat more than he'd expected. Every dish on the table was completely cleared, down to... the shredded radish garnish. Then the hired companion turned to him with wide, pleading eyes. "Can I order ice cream?"
"Of course. What flavour do you want?"
When Samutr answered matcha, Wonchana raised his hand to call the server and ordered one matcha ice cream. This made Samutr curious.
"Aren't you ordering anything for yourself?"
"I'm not much of a dessert person."
"I like sweets, but if they're too sweet, I can't handle them either."
"Do you exercise at all?" Wonchana asked.
"Not really: When I was a kid, I did gymnastics and kept stretching to stay flexible. Lately, I've been practising TikTok dance routines. Does that count as exercise?"
Wonchana's ears perked up at the mention of TikTok.
"Can I add your TikTok account?"
Wonchana had a TikTok account for checking out marketing videos, but had never posted anything himself.
'It's a hundred baht to add me," Samut said nonchalantly.
"I'll give you five hundred," replied the financially unbothered man.
"Really," Wonchana smiled.
...Such a good kid. Even though he's kinda stingy, he's not greedy.
The ice cream finally arrived. Though it was just a simple green scoop, Samutr still took out his phone to snap a picture. After taking the photo, he picked up a small spoon to take a bite.
"You should post it on Facebook," Wonchana suggested.
He then lifted his phone to snap a photo of Samutr enjoying the ice cream. The smaller man picked up his phone again, but this time, Wonchana requested a selfie together. Samur played along, making funny faces for several shots.
Afterwards, Samut created a new album and posted pictures of their meal with a cheerful caption, while the ice cream spoon was still in his mouth.
'Someone treated me to a meal. The food was amazing. Ate so much fish, I feel like I might have to swim back to my condo.'
When Samut didn't post their selfie or tag him, Wonchana didn't mind. He didn't even tag himself in the post. Instead, he uploaded his own photos right after.
...So this Little Chihuahua will understand what it means to post separate pictures that gave off couple vibes.