“Are you flirting with my biscotti?” Sean asked with a little grin. “Want one?”
Brawnie shook his head. “Can’t. You little runner guys can eat anything you want and never gain an ounce.”
“Considering the huge breakfast burrito you just wolfed down,” Sean observed, “one biscuit seems insignificant.”
Brawnie frowned a little. “Remember that next time you stare at my abs.”
“You’re not going to eat this?” Sean said, reaching across the table and scooping up a fingertip of Brawnie’s sour cream.
“So what happened at the store today?” Brawnie asked, clearly wanting to steer the conversation away from food.
“I noticed a customer standing at checkout who couldn’t unzip the back pocket on his expensive hiking shorts.”
Brawnie chuckled. “Couldn’t get his wallet out?”
“He pulled and pulled on that zipper, getting more and more frustrated. I figured he’d eventually just abandon his grocery basket and leave.”
“Did you inform him you’re the manager,” Brawnie wondered, “and ask if you could maybe help?”
“Actually he took his basket and put all the groceries back on the shelves where he got them.”
“People do that?”
“I keep telling you people are basically good,” Sean insisted.
Brawnie picked up Sean’s one remaining biscotti and gently put it in his husband’s mouth.
“There’s a little dab of sour cream on your wedding ring,” Brawnie said with a smirk.
Copyright 2019 by Brian Dean Powers
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