Still at the bar…
“Let’s play a game. What do you say?” he asked, sipping another beer.
Calling Me did a cover of Sia’s “Chandelier.”
“What kind of game?”
“I ask you a question. You answer. You ask me a question. I answer.”
“I think I’ll like this game,” I said, already on my second beer, enjoying my time with Cane, glad I told him I would have a drink with him.
He said, “I’ll go first.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t think of anything less.”
“What’s your favorite restaurant?”
“Cao’s on Millbourne Street. They have the best beef brisket. Where’s yours?”
He looked at the floor and whispered, “I’m a sucker for Big Macs. What can I say?”
I laughed. “Big Macs. I don’t believe you. You’re too physically fit to like Big Macs.”
“I love them. Can’t help it. They rule me.” He shrugged, blushed,
