MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

LEAVING HOME AIN'T EASY

Taron passed with flying colours his gastronomic challenge although the responsability, stressful work and hours getting all ready, took its toll on him. He was exhausted. When Enzo went to congratulate him he found him lying on his back on bed, snoring. Gently he finished undressing him and tucked him in like a baby.

- Well done, my dear -he whispered kissing his forehead.

The next day he woke up to find Taron perfectly recovered of the last night excesses. He was in control of the kitchen and was making an American breakfast. Seemingly everybody had met there.

Duncan, Pauline and the little Charlotte who was starting with her first steps towards his uncle. Taron wore the sexy apron that Enzo gave him the day before. A colourful printed apron, Efseryan style, which was tighten beautifully to his waist.

- Good morning, darling -he said good morning with a kiss on his mouth as he did with everybody else-. Have you slept well?

- Just great.

- Yesterday I went up to congratulate you but I got a little late.

- Then, did I pass my exam?

- You know you did, vain boy. What are you doing?

- I'm gonna make you a good breakfast.

- An American breakfast?

- Can you see how I bait the eggs? With energy, you see? They must be well linked.

- I can bait eggs -Enzo said, and on saying it he couldn't help starting to laugh, covering his mouth, as usual.

- No, you can't. Look, can't you see there's no trace of egg white?

- You are such a genious -he stated kissing his cheek, like a proud father.

After the scrambled eggs he started to make pancakes with cramberries.

- Now I throw it to the frying pan, just warm. And right away we'll have the first pancake.

Then without previous warning, as something a lot of times repeated, something rutinary, he turned the pastry on the air. Enzo clapped from his seat, well away from any ingredient, happily. Taron with his usual quietness out of this world, was self absorbed in his task, carefully done.

- What you do is poetry -Enzo pronounced letting himself embraced by his goddaughter.

- That's it. My nutritive poetry. A delicious pancake.

- Wonderful. I'm sure you've won all your boyfriend's heart by the stomach -he smiled seductive.

After that late breakfast everybody decided to taking a sun bath by the swimming pool. Enzo proposed Taron a job as his personal chef and second personal assistant. In fact the idea came through Duncan and the eager agreement of Pauline, but Enzo agreed with enthusiasm the proposition. So Duncan would have less work to deal with and have more time to get ready his PhD in astrophysics. And then it was the meaningful ingredient that he would cook for him, something that Enzo regarded his sexiest feature. Of course, there was no other interest than a healthy friendship, the romantic past was just past. They had grown older and they were two different people but life had reunited them and Enzo didn't want to lose his opportunity to that man who adored to join as another member of his family.

- What do you think?

Taron adjusted the waistband of the boxer he took borrowed by Enzo. It was too tight and the actor stared at him with naughty smile.

- I just don't know. You've made me speechless. Do I have to fly with you to Munich?

- You will have to fly wherever I go, darling. You would be my personal chef.