Josh stands, turns, and heads back to the kitchen. Over the sizzling pan, Josh asks, “Why wings?”
Eddie looks up from the guitar, stops as if on cue, and grins mischievously. “Sounds ridiculous, but the wings represent freedom to me.”
“How so?” Josh plates the sandwiches, trays the soups, and walks into the living room, juggling dinnerware in both hands, and then serves Eddie his spin on a home-cooked meal. Josh sits Indian-style on the floor next to him.
“Traveling is my beat.” Eddie places the guitar upright against his knee and bites into the hot, gooey sandwich. He moans, delighted. “This is a badass grilled cheese, man.”
“Thanks.”
They talk awhile longer about hobbies, traveling, and their favorite foods.
Over the rim of his drink, Josh notices Eddie has finished his sandwich. “Another?”
Eddie sounds hesitant, but says, “I’ve gotta keep my manly figure.”
An awkward silence falls between them. Then Josh asks, “How long are you going to be in Gordonville?”