“Uh.” Farzan swallowed, noticed David’s eyes track the movement. He was making it even worse. “My Big Fat Greek Wedding?”
David shook his head. “Never seen it.”
“What?!” Farzan asked, way too loud. A couple people glanced his way. “Sorry. My family watches it like… every holiday.” There weren’t exactly a lot of movies about Iranians, at least not comedies. There were plenty of tragedies and action movies where the Iranians were all terrorists. ButMy Big Fat Greek Weddingwas the next best thing. Every Iranian he knew had seen it, many on a yearly basis like the Alavis.
So Farzan got to explaining the whole Bundt cake scene, and how Toula’s mom “fixed” it with a flower arrangement, and he was gratified to see David’s eyes crinkle up in a genuine smile.
“I’ll have to watch that sometime,” David said, smoothing his goatee with his fingers. Farzan traced the movement and fought against the urge to invite him over to watch it that very night.My Big Fat Greek Weddingand chill.
Farzan restrained himself—barely—as David set down a flute of sparkling wine.
“Anyway. This is one of my favorite Champagnes. Le Mesnil Blanc des Blancs.”
Farzan took a small sip, and holy shit. Crisp and bright, but it had these vegetal notes that reminded him of the stewed eggplant in his mom’s khoresh bademjan.
“Wow.” Farzan sipped again. It was the best Champagne he’d ever tasted. “This better not be off the bottle list.”
David grinned. “What if it was?”
“You can’t keep doing that. Won’t you get in trouble?”
“Let me worry about that.”
“But…”
“I just like seeing you enjoy it.”
Well.
That was definitely flirting. Wasn’t it?
Farzan bit his lip and rolled the stem of his glass between thumb and forefinger. He shuddered to think what this meal was going to cost, but it had been exquisite. Just what he needed.
He’d figure his finances out later.
“Everything tonight has been amazing. I don’t know what I did to deserve all this, but thank you.”
David cocked his head to the side for a second, like Farzan had just bombed another joke. “Are you kidding? It’s been my pleasure.”
“Really?”
“Of course.”
David’s smile was so warm. So was his body, hovering next to Farzan’s table. His head was swimming with Champagne and vetiver.
“You want some?” Farzan blurted.
Shit.
David’s eyebrow quirked.
“I mean. Not from this glass, obviously, but you could grab another…”
“Not in the mood to share, are you?” David’s tone was light, teasing, but Farzan’s heart hammered.
“Oh. I can share. I mean, my mouth has been all over it…”
David’s grin turned wickedly triumphant. Farzan blushed.
