The food was amazing. Chicken peasant with boiled farina, Dustin was told, fried eggplant and a plethora of vegetables. Pickled cucumbers with garlic, sweetened carrots, and bread that Dustin was more than sure had ruined his taste for packaged bread forever. The food was nothing however, to the feast that Dustin’s eyes enjoyed.
Nicolae had cut or styled his hair, and it teased out curls that had been previously hidden within the thickness beforehand. His face was soft with enjoyment, the smiles Dustin had been occasionally graced with now not only prevalent, but constant. It sent a rush through Dustin that couldn’t compare to anything Dustin had known. There was no moment of intimacy when Nicolae walked into the room, no I-missed-you embraces or seconds lost in each other gazes. Rather,
