A Light Lunch
For one of the few times he could remember, Jason was at a loss for words.
With his eyes closed and a moan being choked off by a mouthful of food, he couldn’t think of a way to describe the bliss filling his mouth.
When he opened his eyes, the chef stood in front of him waiting. “What do you think, Mr. Wellington?”
“Marvelous, Pierre. Simple marvelous.”
Pierre smiled and bowed. “Thank you, Mr. Wellington. It is an honor to hear you say that.”
Jason smiled and took another bite. Whoever thought pretending to be a pretentious foodie would work?