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# 12 REINER

The Cook’s name is Rainer and he works in a place called “La Kuki”, in the center. I have never been there, but this is not far from where I work. I have seen their stand outside. It has a burning pancake on it.

He is small, really small for a guy, blond short hair (I have never been with a man with blond hair) and looks very young. It is just the look, in fact he is just couple of years younger than me. He is an eternal boy who will look young all his life. And I am petite, also with short hair, so we look like too brothers.

He does not smoke and does not drink, only the peppermint tea. Yet he is not boring or stupid and he does not object when I puff my cigarette and pour some red wine. He tells some interesting insider stuff from cooks business – like they have many sorts of melons in the kitchen. Or that cooks are under horrible stress. Which isn’t a secret to anyone.

I don’t remember anymore how do we start kissing, it happens so naturally, we are sitting on the floor, talking and then he takes out the wine glass from my hands and caresses my cheek. Then we kiss and go to the bed.

 


# 11 THE COOK

And so, just having blasphemed about waiters, by the irony of fate I am meeting this guy, the cook and falling in love with him.

I meet him on the street – this is usually how I meet people, when I am not in the plane or in the bar. I am walking back home from a small namesday dinner (in my country we celebrate namesdays, it is the tradition I am so happy to get rid off ), which consisted of me, Amanda and one girl, the trainee who is hanging out with Amanda. They gave me a birthday card with a half naked guy joking that it is “your present”.

So I am walking home from the Irish pub, slightly drunk and here is this guy. He is standing on the street and he asks me “Excuse me, where is the N. street?”

I straighten my back, like in school and recite him the directions. We cross the street together.

You are not going to invite me to your place? He asks. Just like that.

Why not? I say. Let’s go.

Just like that.