Zack
Picking up Mato for dinner had me on edge. There was so much I wanted to say to him, so much I needed to tell him, but I was nervous. I glanced over at my mate, who was seated at the kitchen table, and I smiled. Now that I had a clear direction, I was excited about talking to him and for us to finally be together.
“So, you cooked,” he remarked, and I found myself feeling proud and shy. Which was unlike me.
“Yes,”
“I have to admit, I am surprised by that,” he said, and I chuckled.
“Why?”
“I’m not sure…but just so you know, I can’t cook for s**t,” his comment made me smile. He was making sure I knew that and even though he couldn’t cook, he was indicating that I should be aware. That could only mean that we were headed in the right direction, right?
“I don’t see that being a pr
