Pornstar (hiatus)

Chapter 21

They spent the entire afternoon out on the terrasse, planting and ordering everything they had bought. It turned out Tristan really needed to buy a shelf or something, to store away all the random garden utensils he had bought. Once again, Tristan was reminded that he had to start from scratch. Then again, he was starting a whole new life, so a new garden was hardly a surprise... Unlike the new guy in his life. That was definitely something he hadn't counted on. Just a few months ago when he made the choice to move to America, a new guy was the last thing on his mind, but now he was all Tristan could think of.

Pleased, he looked around the neatly planted and tagged raised beds. They had planted a few rows of lettuce in the bed with the two tomatoes and the two peppers; some spinach and celery in the second bed with the 3 cucumbers; and the third bed of the inner row had radish, arugula, bok choi, mizuna, beetroot and Swiss chard. From the outer row next to the rooftop ledge, only one bed was occupied so far, the first one closest to the apartment windows, which was filled with all the asparagus plants.
Tristan wasn't sure all that would grow in this hot climate, but he really missed salads and healthy food. He had yet to find a place that served decent salad. So far, the only salad he had encountered was a couple of lettuce leaves garnished with some sort of mayonnaise or something. It was so American... As much as Tristan occasionally loved America's sugar filled junk food, on a daily basis he preferred something a little healthier, but it was very hard to come by around here, because the only healthy food he found was from those 'alternative' restaurants where they served Açaí bowls or whatnot, but that wasn't entirely his taste either.
The problem was: Ryan had always done the cooking and Tristan was terrible at it. Cooking was just such a complex thing that he couldn't quite wrap his mind around. So much needed to be considered and prepared. Not to mention it all had to fit together somehow.
Absently, he shook his head, pushing aside the sad thought that he hadn't had a decent, homecooked meal since his break-up. Well, except maybe on Christmas when his mother had cooked...

"Alright, I think we're all done here," he stated cheerfully, pushing aside his gloomy thoughts.

~*~

Warren looked around the messy terrasse. Just a few hours ago, it had been such a neat, fancy place, and now it was covered in dirt, manure, and a million random garden things. This was so not the fancy penthouse terrasse Warren would have wanted if the apartment were his. Why did his boss mess up such a nice place with iffy, dirty gardening things?
If it were Warren's terrasse, he would have probably set up a pool, some lounge chairs and a built in bar so he could throw giant house parties for all the friends he didn't have.
Something that wouldn't be a problem, because if he were as charming, rich and outgoing as Tanner, he would have a ton of friends.

"Yeah, looks good," Warren lied as best as he could. It was awful. What a waste of a perfectly good terrasse. Well, except maybe for the tomatoes... Those deserved to be there because they were delicious, but everything else was just weird.

"Do you know how to cook?" Tanner suddenly asked as he began heading towards the sliding doors to go back inside.

"No, why?" Warren asked surprised as he followed his boss back inside. It was already around 6 p.m.; they had spent the entire day together. Which wasn't actually strange, given they spent every day at work together, but somehow this had been different. At work they never talked about private stuff. Except... well... in the copy room...

"I'm hungry and I don't know how to cook." Tanner shrugged, giving him an amused grin.

Warren stared at him. What was he trying to say with that?

"Should we order something?" Tanner continued before Warren could think of something to say.

"Um..." They were going to have dinner too? Not that Warren didn't want to; all that was waiting for him at home was a microwave dinner and popcorn, but...