Carrie’s Sandwich Shop had a homey feel to it. The scent of their fresh bread, roast beef, and caramelized onions enveloped the shop, tantalizing Bernard’s nose. Two arcade games sat in the back of the shop; their screens called to people to play.
Bernard squeezed into a booth. “I wish they’d get bigger booths. I feel like an adult trying to fit into a child’s car seat.”
“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”
Bernard pointed to the table, his gut a mere inch from the booth. “No?”
“Okay, let’s grab a table.”
They ordered and sat at a table with their drinks.
“So, what are your plans tonight?” Sarah asked.
“I’m going to stay in, put on a movie, have a nice dinner, and just relax for a change.”
“That sounds amazing. After the night you had Friday, I couldn’t imagine anything better.”
“Yup. You’re right. That place is toxic. I don’t need it in my life.”
“It’s definitely not your scene.”
“You’re right.”
A server dropped off their sandwiches with a smile.
Bernard bit into his pulled pork sandwich. “These are amazing. I would eat every meal here if I could.”
“Tell me about it.” She took a bite and swallowed. “So, there’s someone I want you to meet.”
“Are you trying to set me up?”
“No, not at all. John’s cousin moved to town after saving up to leave Washington. He’s…” She hesitated. “He’s not in a good place and could use friends. He’s gay and got out of a relationship a few years ago. He’s still recovering from it. I don’t want to say too much, but I think you two could be friends, nothing more.”
“Wow. It must be hard to pack up and move to another state.”
“He’s a great guy and doesn’t have any gay friends here. So, of course, I thought you two could at least meet. He’s a bit shy, but a kind man. Even if you don’t become friends, he’ll know another gay man in the area and not feel overwhelmed or alone.”
“You are the sweetest person I know. You always think about others.”
“Thank you. I just want to make sure everyone in my life is happy, or as happy as they can be.”
“In that case, yes. I’d like to meet him.”
“Great, we’ll plan a dinner party.”
*
BERNARD DROPPED OFFSarah after work and drove home. He let Ginger in and started dinner.
While the vegetables steamed, the phone rang.
He answered the kitchen phone. “Hello?”
“Hey, son, how are you?” Bernard’s dad asked in Portuguese.
“Hi, Dad. It’s good to hear from you. I’m doing well. How are you?”
“Oh, not too bad, not too bad. I was hoping you could come by for lunch on Saturday. I want to barbecue some burgers and hot dogs. It’s going to be a small gathering. Just some family and a few friends.”
