Chapter 6

“Yeah, maybe a few onions and some summer squash,” Stefano said, returning to the refrigerator and grabbing the squash from the crisper, and onions from the pantry.

Cole took the vegetables and brought them to me. I placed them on the island and walked to the sink and washed my hands.

“Here you go,” Stefano said, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a cutting board.

“Thanks,” I replied.

“You two actually have a quite a bit in common,” Cole said.

Stefano and I both looked at him with a bit of a smirk.

“Seriously,” Cole said. “You’re pretty close in age. You’re both good in the kitchen. You’re both gay.”

Stefano and I laughed.

“What?” Cole asked. “What’s so funny?”

“Do you want to explain, or should I?” Stefano asked.

“Cole, every gay man on the planet has had at least one well-wishing friend tell them that they wanted to fix them up with someone,” I began.

“And when you ask them why,” Stefano added.

“Like, why do you think we’d like each other?” I said in a serious tone.