Dinner for two
Sam had been working in the kitchen a bit for his dinner with Wes. He still felt terrible about everything that happened the other day. That sudden rage came out of nowhere. The wooden spoon gently got pulled out of the sauce as Sam placed his lips to it. “ Hmm… perfetto.. ” He carried the bowl over the dough he had prepared. Making pizza wasn’t an easy job here. It wasn’t like you had a giant over to bake this thing in. Sam just had to roll with the stuff he had. When the sauce was spread over the pizza, he started cutting up everything he wanted to put on it. Cheese, tomatoes, a pepper , some salami,… Everything was going great.
When the pizza got in the oven, Sam grabbed a chair and sat down in front of the oven. His eyes stared at how the pizza was getting his golden crust. Not that he would have noticed though, he was lost in his thoughts. He remembered the intensity of how he had almost punched Wes in the face, and then the total opposite yesterday. How he was sitting in his lap with a clear mind and a heart full of love. What in hells name was wrong with him that he reacted so differently on a period of 24 hours… He shook his head as he noticed that the pizza was done. With a smile he pulled it out of the oven and layed it on the counter. He had food, wine , bread , dessert.. Only thing missing was Wes..