“All right—all right. I missed you too,” Eiden said in between chuckles and small kisses. It had only been a couple of hours since they last saw each other this morning. But it had felt like days.
“Oh, thank God—I’m starving!” Arslan mentioned as he took a seat and closed the door. Reaching for the seatbelt.
“We’re still going for sushi, right?” Eiden shot a bolt of electricity.
“I kind of rushed out and didn’t have time to properly wear something nice. It should be fine though, right?” Eiden mentioned a little worried.
“Yeah—totally—it’s going to be fine!” Arslan said and slumped in his seat as Eiden hit some buttons and the chair started heating up and massaging him.
“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff,” Arslan said, entering relaxation mode. Eiden drove off into the night.
“No, you can’t come in,” the bouncer spoke in a dark monotone voice.
“Excuse me??!” Arslan suddenly got all defensive.
“Just because we’re wearing sweats, you’re refusing us service!” Arslan fired back.
“Babe, let’s just go—let’s find somewhere else that sells sushi.” Eiden tried to calm the fires.
“Now listen here, Mr. Bouncer ,” Arslan started. The bouncer already looked annoyed.
“My boyfriend has spent some SERIOUS moolah in this place! Shouldn’t they be taken into consideration?” Arslan argued like he knew what he was doing.
“That’s not how it works, blondie,” the bouncer mocked him. The bouncer and Arslan were roughly the same size.
“I don’t care if you’re the king of England; we have a dress code, and we won’t serve people wearing sweatpants, scrubs, or people not wearing shoes.” The bouncer retorted.
“Come on, babe, come on, Tiger, let’s just go!” Eiden said, with one hand on Arslan’s chest, pushing him to leave. It seems like Arslan finally listened and started walking away.
“I have my eyes on you, Mr. Bouncer,” Arslan shouted as he was being taken aback. Do people think he’s okay?
Anamnesis 