Chapter 3

“What?”

“I’m taking like cooking classes, okay?”

He laughed. “That’s awesome. Why are you embarrassed? Are you talking like chef school or something?”

Dustin bit his lip. “Maybe. Eventually. Right now I’m just taking some classes at the community college. If I don’t do really badly there, then, yeah, maybe.”

Malcolm smiled. “That’s super cool, Dusty. You’ll have to cook for me.”

Dusty smiled back, just showing a hint of his straight white teeth. “Yeah? I’d like to.”

“And Jordan, of course. He’d love to have someone cook for him other than me.”

“Uh, of course.” Dustin looked out the window again.

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“You need me to come and get you after your shift?” Malcolm asked him as he stopped in front of the seafood restaurant where Dustin worked as a waiter.

Dusty wished he could skip working today. He just didn’t feel like it. “You don’t have to. I’ll finda way home. Someone from here or the bus, maybe.”