Part 7

I noticed the waitress immediately recognized Perth as soon as we walked in. And, coincidence my ass; she just happened to be the one assigned to our table. Samantha caught my look and quickly understood why. The waitress was flirting with Perth so obviously it made me want to gag. She completely ignored both me and Samantha, while Perth looked lost but tried to stay polite.

"I hate when they flirt with you," I said out loud.

Samantha just laughed and looked at Perth.

"Tata, why do you care? I'm only yours," Perth tried to calm me down.

"It's not just her. Everywhere we go, there's always a bunch of girls trying to get to you like they all think what's between us is just fan service," I said.

"You know that in a lot of cases, it really is just fan service," Samantha reminded me.

"But not with us. How come all the other guys get it? None of them ever flirt with you, they can feel we belong to each other," I said.

"Come here," Perth said, motioning me closer. Then he put his arm around my shoulders and kissed my cheek.

"Oh... um, would you like to order?" the waitress stammered, showing up just in time to see us.

Perth looked at her slowly, then at me, and back to her. "My boyfriend and I would like to order salmon sushi, cheese takoyaki, yakisoba, and okonomiyaki," he said in a serious tone. The waitress just nodded, embarrassed. Samantha ordered too, and the waitress practically flew away from our table, clearly realizing she'd made a mistake.

"Perth, what if she tells everyone what you said?" I asked.

"No one's going to believe her," Samantha said.

But Perth just looked me in the eyes and said calmly, "Tata, when you want me to be completely honest with people, just tell me. I'm not afraid to tell anyone that you're my boyfriend if it makes you feel better. Remember that, you're my only one. No one else."