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“Who?” Farzan asked.
“Frank Allen. TherealFrank Allen.”
“The food critic?” Farzan asked.
“I think so. Looks like his profile picture.”
David snorted. “You’ve got to be shitting me. You want to go say hi?”
“Nah,” Farzan said. “I’ll let our new manager do that.”
Kyra arched an eyebrow. “You know I’ll just bring him back to talk with our chef.”
“Can’t you stall him for a few minutes?”
Kyra looked between Farzan and David. She puffed up her cheeks and huffed. “Fine. I’ll try.”
“You’re the best.”
As she went to greet their newest guest, David stepped out from behind the bar, wrapped his arms around Farzan, and swayed to the music. Cedar and vetiver wrapped around Farzan like a snuggly blanket.
“Hey, you.” David leaned down for another Champagne-tinged kiss.
“Hey.” Farzan poked at David’s master somm pin. “You know. Not many Persian restaurants can boast a wine list developed by a master sommelier.”
“Oh yeah?” David rested his head against Farzan’s. “Is that why you love me? For my wine?”
“I love you for that dick,” Farzan muttered. “And those blue sweatpants.”
David snorted so hard, he nearly knocked Farzan over.
“Maybe I should’ve worn them tonight.”
“Uh-uh. No one would’ve paid attention to my speech.” Farzan pressed another kiss to David’s cheek. “I love you because you’re ambitious. And kind. And patient. And I love you because you make me believe in myself. You never give up on me. Even when I want to give up on myself.”
David’s eyes sparkled. “I love you too, babe. I love how you always take care of everyone around you. I love when you hum as you cook. I lovewhen you cuddle up with me and we watch movies.” David kissed him. “I love that you’re my home.”
Farzan set down his Champagne and wrapped his arms around David’s neck, stepping lightly to sway to the music. Reza had switched to a classic Googoosh song.
“So,” David whispered. “How does it feel?”
“How does it feel?” Farzan held David close. “It feels like a dream come true.”
