Page 61 of His Untoward Hate

Jude simply shook his head without saying a word. He was lying, and Sky felt irritation rise inside him. Pushing himself off the wall, Sky started walking ahead, though he still made sure Jude was following close behind, worried he might suddenly run away.

Three blocks later, Sky spotted a restaurant called MJ & C Resto. He slowed his pace for Jude to keep up and walk beside him, only to stop a moment later when he realized Jude had slowed down too.

“What the fuck? Walk faster!” Sky shouted when he turned around, and Jude was still several meters behind him.

Jude lowered his head in embarrassment and trotted toward Sky. Sky could not care less about what the people around them thought.

“Get in first,” Sky ordered as he held the door open for him before following him inside.

After they finally settled into their seats and finished looking through the menu, an awkward silence enveloped them. Sky kept his eyes on Jude the entire time, while Jude nervously fidgeted with his hands beneath the table until the waiter finally came to take their order.

“Good morning, sir. May I take your orders?” the male waiter asked, his attention directed toward Sky.

“Take his order first,” Sky said.

“Alright, sir.”

The waiter turned to Jude, who slowly lifted his gaze from his hands.

“What can I get for you?”

Jude hesitantly glanced at Sky before looking back at the menu.

“A-ah…I’d like to ask…Do you have pancakes available?”

“Yes, we do,” the waiter answered shortly.

“I-I’ll have one small serving of pancakes, please.”

“What kind of toppings would you like? We have several options on the menu,” the waiter asked.

“H-honey, please,” Jude answered softly.

“What else?” the waiter followed up in a bored tone.

If Sky had not been in the mood, this faggot would have easily earned him a black eye and a busted lip of his own.

“N-nothing else,”

“And your drink?”

“O-oh…j-just water, please. Thank you,” he added quickly.

“Alright. And you, sir?” the waiter asked, turning to Sky as he batted his long fake eyelashes.

His expression suddenly shifted, becoming more polite and noticeably more attentive.

“Vegetable omelet, hash brown, beef steak, and black coffee,” Sky ordered. “Make the vegetable omelet two sets. Also, add bacon, smoked salmon, and a glass of almond milk. That’s all.”

“Okay, sir, copy. I’ll rep—”

“Stop repeating it. Just fucking go,” Sky demanded firmly, unable to endure his presence any longer.

The waiter was taken aback.

“Okay, sir.”

An awkward silence settled between them as they waited for their order. Jude avoided Sky’s gaze, his head bowed as his restless fingers twisted together beneath the table. Across from him, Sky remained silent, his eyes never leaving Jude. When the orders arrived fifteen minutes later, Sky took the plate of vegetable omelet and set it down harshly beside Jude’s pancakes, along with bacon, smoked salmon, and a glass of almond milk.