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I glanced over at Adrian when I started smelling some very good beef being cooked. It seemed like he knew how to cook quite well. I wondered if he used to cook often. Maybe he did when his wife was still alive. It was just a thought that fleeted through my mind, and I never asked him about it.

“Wow. It’s coming along quite well,” I commented to make some conversation.

“Your carbonara smells great too,” Adrian complimented.

“Thank you. Do you need some help? I think I’m pretty much done with my dish,” I announced proudly.

“You can help me a little over here with the red wine sauce,” Adrian said.

I watched him cook the steak from a distance. The sound of the beef sizzling on the grill sounded appetizing but the fire that was emitted from the grill wasn’t something that I wanted to get close to.

“Sure, I can do that. What should I do?” I asked.

“I’ve got everything prepared so you can just help me put in the various ingredients while I stir...” Adrian instructed.