Eric Fong’s relationship with his family hasn’t been great ever since he came out of the closet, but he owns a dim sum restaurant that’s quite successful, and he’s happy at least one aspect of his life is proceeding smoothly. Granted, his life would have been much better if he had a boyfriend because then he wouldn’t feel quite as lonely. However, overall, he’s satisfied with his life.<br><br>Benjamin Wen is the owner of The Crossroads Diner. Eric thinks Benjamin is cute, and something about the owner of the diner is intriguing. Most importantly, Benjamin prepares food that tastes identical to the ones Eric’s late maternal grandmother used to make for him. There are other aspects of the diner, such as the strange customers who gawk at Eric and only stare at their food and drinks instead of enjoying them, that he considers to be fascinating. He visits the diner night after night, hoping to solve the mysteries behind its existence. Along the way, he finds himself falling for Benjamin. But Benjamin is hiding quite a few secrets from him. Things Benjamin seems unwilling to reveal.<br><br>Can Eric and Benjamin’s relationship survive in spite of the secrets? Or are they destined to go their separate ways?

The Crossroads Diner

“Hello, Ryan. I’m Catrina. Are you ready for the next part of your journey?”


Ryan didn’t immediately respond. Instead, he looked at Benjamin who simply patted the boy’s shoulder encouragingly in return.


“I think so,” Ryan replied. “Are you taking me to see my pet rabbit? I also want to meet my grandpas and grandmas. I miss them so much.”


Catrina grinned. “We can do that for sure. You have my word.”


After that, Benjamin gently deposited Ryan back onto the ground. Grasses and flowers bloomed the moment Ryan’s feet touched the soil. The power and purity of an innocent soul would bring life even to the most barren ground in existence.


“How are you doing?” Catrina inquired of Benjamin while she held on tightly to Ryan’s hand.


“As well as I can be,” Benjamin answered. “You know how much I dislike picking up the souls of innocent children.”


“I know,” Catrina said. “Even the ones up there are fully aware of it, but you’re so good at it.”


Chapter 9