We sat on the sidewalk and talked for an hour. We laughed and ate the pizza that continued to get colder. Drinking the wine, which got warmer with time. Nothing else existed to us. The growing crowds of the Castro were nothing more than a backdrop to what was going on between us.
“That was so good. I can’t remember the last time I ate a complete meal.” T.J. spoke as he looked around at the empty bottle and pizza box then laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Most people wouldn’t think wine and pizza was a complete meal. But it’s the closest thing I’ve had to it in years.”
“You sound as if the evening is over. I thought you might come back to my place after this. You could shower and get cleaned up, then who knows.” The glimmer I had seen in his eyes just moments before vanished, leaving his eye
