“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you are going to love this sandwich. Oh, I got the job at Ristorante Italiano downtown. They called thirty minutes ago. I start next Monday morning, helping with breakfast and lunch.”
“That is totally awesome, dude. That place is far out, but it’s the only Italian restaurant I’ve ever heard that’s open for breakfast.”
“Hey, it’s downtown. Gotta cater to the business people.” Brian’s grin was Christmas-day quality. “Yeah, I’m scared, but looking forward to it.” He cut the colossal sandwich into sections, served an ample slice to Jim, and took one for himself. “There’s coleslaw in the bowl.”
“I love your slaw. It’s awesome.”
“You keep using that gay word.”
“You read about cooking and you think I’mgay? Ha!” He took a huge bite. “Wow. What’s in this?”
Before responding, Brian took a gentle bite. Jim locked his gaze on his friend’s smooth face, showing no signs of a beard starting. Jim, however, shaved once a week.