MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

ACTION THIS DAY

- I don't know -he hesitated.

- But I must be honest with you, the only thing I can make is tea.

- Well, I'm quite good at kitchen myself -Chris stated relaxed and confident at last.

- Oh, really? Which meal can you cook?

- Stuffed peppers a la riojana -Chris said with a secretly winning smile.

- What?

That wonderful interrogative face that Enzo showed, and the most men showed no matter how self-confident were, Chris loved it.

- My mother's third husband was spanish and he cooked so well. This dish was delicious. I was half an hour sucking my fingers after I've finished it.

- I can picture you -he said recovered from the confusion, with mischiveous smile -. But you are english like me. What kind of gastronomic culture do you have?

- I can make the Waldorf salad quite nicely.

Enzo watched curious how the man who was meant to be his partner quiet a while, came across really well at the kitchen, elegantly and with ease. He toasted a few nuts in the pan. After a while he took them out and set aside. Enzo grabbed one under the Chris's disapproving eye.

- So, you are one of those, aren't you? -Enzo wanted to know, nibbling his nut.

- Which ones? -he asked as he took out a big bowl, with no help from Enzo, who didn't know even where the cutlery were.

- The men who are controller and maniac while they're cooking.

- Of course I'm not, my partner and I cook a lot together.

It was the first time that Chris talked about his private life. Enzo quickly took advantage to question him without complexes.

- What's her name? -it was the only way to find out his sexual orientation.

- Her name is Ekaterina.

My God, he is another straight camouflaged man like me, Enzo thought instantly. He was assured that Chris must feel something for him, like him. It was certain that he had created his own self-domesticated hoax. He was pretty sure that Chris was a gay man.

- So how come your girlfriend doesn't come with you?

- No, she is a business woman. She works a lot.

He understood that he didn't want to talk much about her.

- What are you beating?

- Yoghurt and mayonnaise.

- Lovely.

- Come on, I'm letting you to cooperate. Squeeze half a lemon. Here. Can you?

Enzo winced at him. He handed over the lemon pushing the juicer across the worksurface.

- If I hurt myself the blame will be entirely yours. It's the first time that I squeeze something.

- Really? Have you never made you a juice?

- No, they have always done everything for me. Firstly my mother, after that Pauline.

- Pour the juice over the cream.

- Slowly?

- Yes, better.

- Like that?

- For God's sake, Enzo. Pour it and that's it.

- You see? You aren't patient with me. You don't like that someone helps you.

- Yes, I do like.

Enzo stared quietly how Chris beated delicately the mix. But helplesly he put his little finger into the cream while Chris carelessly rummaged into the fruit basket. He caught him sucking his finger.