Dear Author,
There he is. Gods, I love it when he cooks. I wandered in here the second day that I was living in this wretched city. A block away from my apartment, the smells emanating from this Mongolian grill drew me in like a fly to honey. The food was decent, and I thought I might come here every once in a while when I didn’t feel like cooking. Then I saw him. Hat on backwards, tattoos decorating his delectable skin, and the smile he gave me when I stepped up to the grill with my bowl of ingredients. *swoon*

It’s been a month now, and I eat here every day. Either for lunch or for dinner, it doesn’t matter to me. I think one of the waiters has realized why I come in. Whenever Darren isn’t on shift, he gives a knowing smile and says, “I’ll get you a menu, Stefan.”

Photo Description:
A man dressed in black, hat backwards, is working at a Mongolian Grill as a cook.

This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "Love is an Open Road" event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.

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