“Oh, so you wanna play that game do you?” Dabi asked the chef.
“Fuck… there it is… protective Dabi.”
“I don’t see a ring?” the chef teased.
“Holy shit! This chef has balls…” you thought as you glanced at Dabi to see his expression.
It was neutral. The worst kind of expression. You looked closer and saw his jaw flex, indicating he was pissed, but biting his tongue.
“Shit. Dabi, please don’t jump this chef in the restaurant…”
You quickly looked around and saw there were about 6 other patrons in the place and your stomach clenched.
“He would totally still throw fists with this amount of people in here…”
You looked back to Dabi, who still hadn’t said anything to the ballsy chef and then had an idea.
Leaning over to Dabi, you grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and yanked him towards yourself, then as he looked at you, you gave him an extremely hot open mouthed kiss, right in front of the chef.
“Understand?” you said brusquely to the chef as you pushed Dabi back to an upright position on his chair.
“Crystal clear,” the chef said, holding his hands up in surrender as the egg continued to cook away.
“Daddy, catch it in your mouth again,” Koemi said with excitement, completely unaware of the tension flying around between the adults.
“Sure, baby,” Dabi said to her, then looked to the chef again, “wanna hit me up with some more egg?” he asked, his voice still not sounding the friendliest.
“Coming right up sir, one, two, three….”
And as it looked like he was about to throw it, the chef stopped, making Dabi wiggle his head a little as if he were adjusting to catch it and the chef roared laughing.
“I got you,” he cackled, then quickly tossed it to try and make it land on Dabi’s face, and not in his mouth, but your quick reacting man still caught it in his mouth.
Koemi squealed with excitement again and the chef did his best to stop the sour look on his face.
He was out to make Dabi look like a fool, but so far, it wasn’t working.
“So! What do you want to eat tonight?” the chef asked, changing subjects to switch up the mood, “surely, you don’t want to eat egg all night?”
You pulled out two menus and gave one to Dabi so you could both look through while the chef tossed his spatulas around to keep Koemi entertained- which worked a treat.
After selecting a few dishes, you told the chef what you would like, and he started to cook, flicking his cooking implements around with great flamboyancy, showing off as best he could but the only one really on his side was Koemi, as you and Dabi had had enough of this guy by now.
Once the dishes were coming to completion, he tapped the side of the hot plate to get your and Dabi’s attention – as you had been having a chat amongst yourselves.
“The shrimp sauté!” he announced, tapping around the shrimp pieces that were all cooked and ready for eating.
“Yup,” Dabi said as he picked up a bowl and held it out to the chef.
“You catch,” the chef said as he scooped up a few of the shrimp.
No matter which way he flicked the food, Dabi still managed to catch it and it was starting to irk the chef that he couldn’t get Dabi to drop them. Most other patrons would fumble everything, which he enjoyed watching- but not this guy.
“Ok,” he then turned to you, plastering a fake smile on his face, “the rice dish…”
“No, that’s for my daughter,” you said.
“You catch!” he pointed at you with his trusty spatula.
“How am I supposed to catch rice?” you asked with a confused look on your face, it’s gonna go everywhere?”
“Catch!” he demanded, flicking the spatula under one portion of the rice and flicking it up at you.
As expected, the rice went everywhere, and all over you, in your hair, down your shirt and into your lap.
Unfortunately, because the rice was seasoned, it was a bit wet and sticky and the sauce stained into your outfit immediately.
The chef roared laughing and that’s when Dabi lunged at him and grabbed him from over the hot plate then yanked him half over the steering barbecue top.
“You had better fucking apologize,” he snarled at the chef, “before I roast you.”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” the chef yelled, looking over at the supposed bouncer in the restaurant to come and sort things out.
“Daddy? What are you doing?” Koemi asked with confusion.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” you shot at the chef.
Two other staff members ran over and grabbed for Dabi’s hands to pry them off the chef and separate the two, while another attended to you and helped to wipe the sticky rice off your front.
Missy K was still confused as to what had just happened but was most concerned about how her daddy had grabbed the chef, who, in her eyes, seemed to be having the time of his life.
She hadn’t seen the rice go all over you because Dabi was between her and you and he had reacted the same time that the rice had landed on you and had blocked Koemi’s vision of you.
But when Dabi sat back in his seat and she saw you wiping rice off yourself, she asked what had happened.
“That man threw the rice at mummy,” Dabi said in a pissed voice, watching as the chef was smartly removed and another took his place and kept cooking.
“Why?” Koemi asked innocently.
“Because he’s a dick,” Dabi said loudly, loud enough for the chef, flanked by staff members as he was walked out back, to hear.
“What’s a dick?”
“Him,” Dabi gestured to the chef again as he was led or the back.
“Daddy, remember your words,” you said to Dabi, you didn’t want her to start using that kind of language.
“Are you ok?” he asked you, turning his attention to you while the staff were still fussing around you and wiping things down.
“Yes and No,” you said, flicking more rice off your lap.
“Wanna leave?” he asked.
“No. I just wanna eat. Then go,” you mumbled.
The staff were extremely apologetic for the chef’s behavior and offered the whole meal free of charge… so that was nice. The food itself was amazing, it was just the chef that had ruined the night.
“Don’t worry, mummy, that dick is gone now,” Koemi’s little voice said from the other side of Dabi, once you had all resumed eating.