Before Rupert knew it, Ste was gone. Drank up his drinks and left. Rupert guessed he went to the loo. Didn't really care. He had his own luv to wait for. He'd be off in an hour. Rupert, bit his lip thinking of Soren. Probably would smell of grilled steaks and onions. He'd have that white uniform on. A chef's coat. Soren's cousin, Colin wanted them to look professional. Chef hat included. He knew Soren didn't much care for it. He'd be a bit sweaty and salty under his clothes. But Rupert didn't seem to mind. He liked him that way. A bit spicey to the tongue, but definitely, he was worth it. Every night and morning. in fact. It was beginning to become their lovely tradition. And Rupert could hardly wait to see him.