Gage smiled when he saw the plate of untouched nachos waiting for him on the table. He slid into the chair beside Christopher, wishing he could touch him but taking satisfaction from merely being near his boyfriend. Christopher touched his knee beneath the table, letting his hand rest on Gage’s leg.
“I hope you two are having as much fun as I am,” Gage greeted. “There’s a good audience here tonight.”
“They really like you,” Ben said. “Do you recognize any of them? I mean, some of them act like they’ve heard you play before.”
“Some of them have. I play here a couple times a week, and there’s a few regulars. They’re all pretty friendly here.”
“So you do have fans.” He grabbed one of the few nachos left on his own plate and munched it down. “Sweet. Next time I come, you have to pick out a
