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“Dave,” Kara said with an emphasis that Sabine didn’t understand. “Would you like a glass of wine? You are staying for dinner I assume.”
He looked to Sabine for his answer, but she just shrugged.
“Yeah?” He frowned, cleared it. “If you’re having some, I will.”
“Pink okay?” Kara asked, opening the fridge.
“I have no preference. I don’t drink wine.”
Kara closed the refrigerator door and set the chilled bottle on the counter. “You must have wine sometimes. With your girlfriend, perhaps?”
Sabine made a noise in her throat that was part growl, part cough.
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Dave replied easily. His neck was bent as he studied Sabine’s phone screen. Presumably working on that playlist.
Kara shot a look to Sabine that was pure mischief, and Sabine almost burst out laughing. The only downside to having a best friend who was brilliant and sly was that she was brilliantandsly.
Kara poured three glasses of wine. She pushed one toward Sabine and carried the other two around the island. Taking a seat next to Dave, she handed him a glass.
“What are you doing?” Kara asked.
“Making Sabine a playlist.”
Kara made a face at Sabine who just rolled her eyes and kept cooking.
Whatever.
Kara could think and speculate all she wanted but Sabine knew the truth: Dave had never expressed any kind of romantic interest.
Sometimes…well, sometimes he almost did. But she wasn’t clueless. She knew what it was to be flirted with and he always came to the line but never crossed it. There was nothing to wonder about because he’d done nothing untoward. He hadn’t even hinted at it.
And while the initial emotion that came with that knowledge was disappointment (who didn’t want a rock star to flirt with them?), what followed was sweet appreciation. And fondness.
The man just wanted to be friends.
And there was something so refreshing and charming about it that she hoped she never did anything to ruin it.
She made dinner, bopping around to the playlist Dave made while Dave and Kara talked. When dinner was done and they all sat down at the table together, Sabine looked around and smiled.
This could work.
She could be friends with a superstar and still maintain the normalcy of her life.
Thankfully her mom would be in prison for a long time yet. Because this would have her looking for any and all angles to make money off of it.
Heartburn threatened to disturb her peace and she set it aside.
“This is so good,” Kara said around a mouthful of food. “My diagnosis was almost the end of happiness for me. But Sabine took it upon herself to convert all my favorite foods for me. She’s a G-D national treasure.”
“My best friend Max is celiac,” Dave said. “He cooks for me all the time. In fact, I probably wouldn’t eat anything outside of cereal if he didn’t stop in every couple of weeks.”
Sabine’s heart lurched at that.
“You don’t cook?”
Dave shrugged. “It’s a lot to keep track of. I start out with the intention of making something and end up eating all the ingredients while I’m trying to focus on preparing it. And then I’m sad and full. It’s easier to skip the whole thing.”
Sabine laughed despite the tragedy of what he’d said.
