Mr. Yaun quickly raced to the ringing phone. He looked at the caller ID and a smile crossed his face. It was his grandson from New Jersey. The only member of his family that was known and living.
"Hello?" Mr Yaun said.
"Hey Grandpa Yaun!" An eager voice bounced back. "I'm coming to live with you, is that okay?"
"Of course it is! Wonderful news, indeed!" Mr. Yaun said.
Hiro was alone, and living in an Orphanage. he just turned eight teen, so he could now leave. Mr. Yaun was old, so the Social Services wouldn't let young Hiro live there. It was a strike to the old man's heart, but now it'll heal up seeing how his grandson is now coming to live with him. And help tend to the store.
"So, I'm bringing my gsssh friend to live with me as well... Is that okay?" Hiro asked in an unsteady voice.
"Why of course!" Mr. Yaun was even happier. Not only will there be a person to inherit this old store. But he might be around to see his first GREAT grand child. Mr. Yaun had heard so much about the lass already, he knew those two would be together forever. Or at least he hoped.
"Great! We'll see you in about five hours!" Hiro said, obviously excited.
---later that day---
Hiro and his boyfriend. Yes that's right, boyfriend came to Mr. Yauns store. It turns out that bad connection leaves some static patches. Making boy friend sounds like girl friend. And him sound like her. As a traditional Chinese man, Mr. Yaun was surprised to see a strong, strapping German man with his arm around his grandson.
Mr. Yaun was not used to these... Gay couples in California, let alone his own grandson be with that crowd. He should be with a Chinese girl! Not some German GUY! Mr. Yaun hid his disdain and greeted the two. From a glance he can see his grandson changed so much. He remembered the last time when he saw Hiro, when he was like a little scrawny runt.
Hiro was at a strapping 6'1., and had a nicely toned swimmer's build. Hiro had a handsome, hairless face, and always had a great big smile on it. His eyes were a deep hazel color. His hair was long, jet black.
But compared to his... lover, he was small. Trent. His lover. Was at 6'9, and very strong. A common German stereotype, when you think about it. His hair was shaggy and blond. And had the brightest emerald green eyes. He had this grin of determination on his face. Which shows that this was a stubborn guy.
All Mr. Yaun knows is that this guy isn't a girl, and isn't Chinese. And that just grinds his gears. He had to fix this. Trent smiled and took his arm from around Hiro and shook Mr. Yaun's hand.
"How are you? It's so nice to meet you!" He said in a gruff, lightly German accented voice.
Trent's other hand shot up to his shoulder and he began to rub it. "Gah. I been lifting too much. My shoulders ache like hell."
"Oh..." Mr. Yaun said. Here was his opportunity to break these two apart and see if he can fix Hiro up with one of the many nice Chinese girls around town. "I have some ointment that will make the pain go away."