“So who’s this, John?” The Thug smirked at my landlord and friend.
John introduced me to the famous chef, who eyed us, grinning like he knew something we didn’t.
“Oh, stop, Adam. John’s allowed a boyfriend without you harassing them.” David was frowning and looked pissed at the chef.
I stopped and stared at John. We were boyfriends?
Now he blushed. Huh? Cool. Guess in his mind maybe we were. Wow. Something to think about later when David and Thug Chef weren’t watching our every move.
“Hey! I didn’t say anything,” the chef complained. He turned to me. “I’m Adam, by the way. Don’t let either of these two give you any shit.”
As David walked past him, he swatted the chef on the back of the head. “Shut up and go cook,” he said quietly.
John looked at me and rolled his eyes. Ooookay. Whatever. At least now I could tell my mom that I’d met the world-famous chef. She’d be really impressed.