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.