At four thirty Xiumin fallowed his family into the car he was really tired from the emotionally taxing day he had had but knew his day wasn’t finished yet.

“Listen up gang your mom and I have decided that we are going to go out for dinner to celebrate the first day of school” His dad said smiling looking in the rearview mirror to gage the reactions of his children.

“Dad I have practice tonight remember?” Xiumin’s older sister asks.

“Yes, yes of course but it’s not till seven sweetheart so we have plenty of time to eat and then get home for you to change don’t worry.” He replied.

Xiumin pretended to be asleep as the car drove on so that he could avoid questions about his day, dreading the time when he would have to try and put a pleasant twist on his day for his parents at dinner.

“Whoa I love this restaurant” his little sister squeals giving him a good excuse to wake from his fake slumber.

“Table for five? This way please” a tall man says as he guides them to their table.

Ohh my gosh, Xiumin thinks to himself as he walks to the table he will be sharing with his family. Is that who I think it is, he asks himself staring at a booth in the corner of the restaurant. I should take a picture, Xiumin thinks to himself, I can really us this against them.

“Xiumin” his mother whisper yells across the table, “Put your phone away.”

“Sorry” he fake apologizes to his mother, knowing there is no point in arguing with his mother, he always losses to her.

“So son, how was your day” his father asks trying to defuse the situation.

“It was fine” Xiumin replies unfolding his napkin placing his silverware on the table and the napkin on his lap, hoping his father would move on to questioning his sisters instead of him.

“Did you see LuLu” his little sister asks with an innocent smile.

“Oh I saw Luhan alright” Xiumin states.

“Are we all ready to order here” a young girl asks breaking the awkwardness surrounding the table.

“Oh I think so” Xiumin’s father says smiling up.

The rest of dinner flies by quickly. His two sisters share in-depth reviews of their first days, gushing nothing but pleasantness. Around the end of the meal Xiumin excuses himself to the restroom, because it is a fancy restaurant there are two stalls instead of urinals. Once inside the stall he hears someone else enter the restroom.

“Okay, you’re doing good.” the stranger says to himself. “Don’t screw this up Lay.”

Xiumin is done and about to open the door to his stall when he hears the identity of the person speaking. Maybe I can record him talking, he thinks. Feeling around in his po