Eventually, it began to get dark. Too dark to take the sort of shots he wanted. Kurt had put his cameras back in their cases and started up the slope to the road, expecting George to take off for wherever he’d left his car.
Instead, George had said, much to Kurt’s surprise, “I was planning on eating supper at Maize’s. Would you care to join me?”
Maize’s was a small family-style restaurant not far from where they were standing. One Kurt had eaten at several times as the food was good.
After a moment’s hesitation, and because he was hungry, Kurt had replied, “Sure, why not.”
That had been the beginning of their relationship. When Kurt had asked, a week later while they were on their first date, why George had asked him out, George had replied, “I was fascinated with you, the moment I saw you.” He’d smiled wryly. “Yeah, I didn’t know if you were gay or not, but I was willing to find out and hoped you were. Silly of me? Probably. But I got lucky. You are.”