“Mark! Damn, I thought you’d forgotten us,” Remo called out the second Mark came through the restaurant’s door.
Mark grinned. “You’re hard to forget…as hard as I’ve tried.” He laughed when Remo gave him the finger. Taking a seat at the counter, he looked around. “No Peppe today?” Mark asked Johnny when he came over, a full cup of coffee in hand, which he set in front of Mark.
“Not yet, but it’s early still. So, how’s the modeling career going?”
Johnny had been surprised when Mark had given his notice, but not too upset. “After all,” he’d said, “this is a restaurant. Waiters come and go like…like snowflakes in the sun.”
“Very poetic,” Mark had replied with a laugh.
Now he said, “It’s a lot harder than you might think. Sometimes I feel like a Ken doll. Dress me. Undress me. Dress me.” H
