Engrossed with the best chicken wings that he had ever eaten, John did not detect that he was begin to fill out his clothes. Anthony smirked at his friend’s obviousness, as the wheels in his mind began to work up a sneaky plan.
“Wow! You really like the food here, John.”
With his mouth full of meat, John nodded quickly. He swallowed with the same amount of speed as he had devoured the chicken wings. Without any more food to distract him from conversation with John, he replied, “Man, this is the best food that I have ever eaten. Hell, it’s even better than anything that my Mom made.”
“Here at Belly Busters, we only serve food that we, the workers, would like to eat ourselves. Our chef, Big Billy, makes us try out his new recipes at least once a week. I could get you in on these foodie feasts, but that means that I have to get you a job here. Would you like that?”
“Like that? I would love that! Hell, I love you for doing this!”
Anthony’s eyes narrowed as he took a closer glance at John as. A sly grin gradually crept on his chubby face as his took a closer look at his brother’s roommate.
“Really?”
“Well, not literally. I just appreciate that you are doing all of this for me. Lately, I’ve been having the worse luck, especially with losing my job and getting out of a relationship recently. Now, with you doing all this for me, it looks like things are looking up.”
Leaning back as he stretch his mountain-sized body to his full size and scratched his bulky gut, Anthony said, “I do what I can man, but I need you to do me a favor, if I am going to do this for you.”
With all of his focus stuck on the amount of belly peeking out of Anthony’s massive shirt, John nodded while his jaw was hanging dangerously close to the table. Noticing how enamored John was in front of him, Anthony took advantage of the situation. He moved himself closer to John as he spoke in a voice that was lower and deeper than his usual one.
“I’ll talk to the boss to get you a position here, but you can’t tell my brother that I came back from Japan yet. Can I trust you to keep this secret between just us?”
John stared at the round, full face that was looking intently into his eyes. He grew red in the face from embarrassment, and looked down at his hands. He folded his hands and twiddled his thumbs as he thought about how to react to Anthony’s advances. John noticed his watch, and jumped up when he noticed what time it was.
“Oh, my God! It’s that late already! I got to go. Thank you for everything tonight, but if I stay any later, Mark is gonna get really freaked out by how long I’ve been gone. See ya soon!”
Taken aback by John’s sudden exit, Anthony jumped up to stop him. However, in doing so, he broke the table in the booth. As he tried to regain his composure, John had already left.
“Damnit! Now, I’m going to have to pay for this from my paycheck,” said Anthony. "All that work and he didn't even give me his response."
He let out a deep sigh. While he was bending over to pick up the broken table, John came back into the place, and shouted, “Don’t worry! I won’t tell Matt about your return.”
Anthony smiled as he watched John return to his car and drive off in the dark. With the broken table under his arm, he walked backed into the kitchen as he set out to begin his plan.
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