[ It had been sheer luck that Alby had managed to come across the ads that Minho Park had posted for he and his friend. His listing had been updated, stating that his services were no longer available, but his friend's were and he was an excellent chef. Their resume was impressive, limited as it had been, and it had almost bee a relief that he'd found them. Because he can cook - he's not bad at it by any means - but he just... he doesn't have the time for it.
He has a maid to clean his place, he has an assistant that will take care of his personal belongings should he ask them to, and he has a secretary that takes his calls and sets up his appointments. If he didn't have them, he'd literally have fallen apart ages ago.
So to say that Newt is a godsend would be an understatement.
When they get closer, he's not sure what he did to deserve his personal cook. He could kiss him, some days. At the start, it was just good to have food to eat throughout the week that he didn't have to try and squeeze into his schedule for preparation. Newt was an amazing cook, and he's highly tempted to just keep him for the rest of his life. But then there's more variety throughout the week, and Newt actually sits down to eat with him when he works from home, and it's good to have someone outside of work to actually talk to.
If he falls a little in love with him because of his food, and then because of his company, well. He shouldn't be blamed.
It's that same food that has him coming down from the second story of his apartment, wearing sleep pants and a tank and rubbing at his eyes. He needs to shave, needs to get dressed for work. There's a whole slew of things he has to do, involving reading the paper and his e-mails and texts and seeing what's scheduled for the day. Because this project is going to kill him, but it's coming to a close. And he's never been more relieved in his life, honestly. It means he'll see Newt again, and be able to sleep properly, and to enjoy actual meals again.
So of course Newt is there this morning, and he can't help but smile a little. Rather than say anything, though, he just waits. ]
finally hits the nalbies up
He has a maid to clean his place, he has an assistant that will take care of his personal belongings should he ask them to, and he has a secretary that takes his calls and sets up his appointments. If he didn't have them, he'd literally have fallen apart ages ago.
So to say that Newt is a godsend would be an understatement.
When they get closer, he's not sure what he did to deserve his personal cook. He could kiss him, some days. At the start, it was just good to have food to eat throughout the week that he didn't have to try and squeeze into his schedule for preparation. Newt was an amazing cook, and he's highly tempted to just keep him for the rest of his life. But then there's more variety throughout the week, and Newt actually sits down to eat with him when he works from home, and it's good to have someone outside of work to actually talk to.
If he falls a little in love with him because of his food, and then because of his company, well. He shouldn't be blamed.
It's that same food that has him coming down from the second story of his apartment, wearing sleep pants and a tank and rubbing at his eyes. He needs to shave, needs to get dressed for work. There's a whole slew of things he has to do, involving reading the paper and his e-mails and texts and seeing what's scheduled for the day. Because this project is going to kill him, but it's coming to a close. And he's never been more relieved in his life, honestly. It means he'll see Newt again, and be able to sleep properly, and to enjoy actual meals again.
So of course Newt is there this morning, and he can't help but smile a little. Rather than say anything, though, he just waits. ]