Chapter 3 ~ Him
Francis couldn't concentrate on the steaming dish of food in front of him. He was doing a test on cooking rack of lamb. He could feel Gilbert's lips on his own. He sighed and brushed a marinade on the meat. He sliced off a piece and slipped the raw meat into his mouth. He sighed and stuck the rack into the oven, pulling out his smartphone after he did.
He hadn't heard from the albino in four days. He sighed again and finished up the tested, managing to score a 83 percentage even though his thought was not on the cooking.
He went out into the parking lot of the college and stepped into his jet black Maserati Alfieri and revved the engine. He drove out of the parking lot and to the park where they had kissed. He found a weeping Gilbert sitting on that same stone bench.
He walked up to him. "You okay..?"
"No, my girlfriend Elizabeta found out that I kissed you.." He looked up, his eyes filling up with salty droplets. "She left me."
"Oh.." Was it odd that Francis was glad?
"I came here, hoping to see you...I need a place to stay." The Prussian sighed.
"There's an empty bed in my dorm.." He smiled softly and laid a gentle hand on the Prussian's shoulders. "You can stay there."
"Thank you."