Chapter 8That Wednesday, Devante finished washing his lunch dishes to discover that his phone was ringing in the living room. He got to it right before it sent the call to voicemail, answering it before looking at the caller ID. “Hello?”
“Hey, Devante,” Michael’s familiar, airy voice filled his ear. “You busy?”
“No,” Devante said honestly. “Just finishing up lunch.”
“Me too!” Michael said brightly. “And I just had to call and give my review live.”
“Your review?” Devante said, a little thrown. “Oh, you tried the gumbo?”
“Tried it?” Michael scoffed. “I tried it the way Adam Rippon tried the triple Lutz.”
“Uhhh…”
“Devante, I devoured it. It was the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten in my life.”
Devante laughed, relieved. “I’m glad you liked it. I’ll tell my dad the recipe’s a hit.”
