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Datu swatted Belle’s hand away when she attempted to reach for the steel tongs. “I said…” he began, picking up the utensil so he could turn the pork slices on the grill one by one. “I grill, you eat.”
“Rekdi…are we celebrating something?” AJ asked, his voice nearly overpowered by the catchy KPop tune streaming from the restaurant’s speakers.
“No.”
“Why are you treating us to dinner all of a sudden?”
A small frown appeared on Datu’s face as he glanced at AJ for a second. “Why are you acting like I don’t do this every once in a while?” he asked and piled cooked samgyupsal on a clean plate. With a pair of restaurant-issued scissors, he expertly cut the cooked meat into bite sized pieces. “We’re working on a pro-bono project. I wanted to pay for your food, at least. Don’t want you
