Dinner with the Don

The chicken melted in my mouth as I ate. Right now we were in the dining room with my mother and father sitting to my right and Haruto to the left. I wonder if my team members were worried.

God damn it. There aren't cellphones during this time period. I sighed. How troublesome. My father cleared his throat as he said cautiously.

"Do you like the chicken?"

I glared at my father as I continued to eat. He wiped his sweaty forehead with a towel and chuckled nervously. I was freaking mad as hell. Not at my parents as they had the best intentions in mind. I was mad at the fucker whose elbow was rubbing mine. I turned to see him smile. Haruto then leaned in and touched the corner or my mouth as he brought the mashed potato piece to his mouth. He then whispered.

"It tastes even better after touching your face."

I smiled gently as I said.

"Oh? Let me give you some more mashed potatoes."