“You should see what I sent out on the floor tonight. Exquisite. The Cingale with Truffle Sauce.” Angelo kissed his fingertips and threw the kiss to the kitchen’s ceiling. “Outdid myself even if I’m the one who says so.”
He slapped Russell on top of the head. “That’s grilled boar meat to you, you peasant.”
“I know what cingale is,” he cuffed Angelo back somewhat harder. “And your food is always awesome, buddy.” Russell kissed his own fingers and then made a show of licking them clean of the garlic butter.
“Yeah, you need to clean up. You’re messing up my kitchen, man. Just by breathing.” Angelo peeked into an oven and closed it again. He returned to slicing chives at an impossible rate for some garnish.
Russell looked down to inspect himself. His jeans were smeared with white fiberglas
