Jade

It was the fifteenth and Chris had gone back and forth, back and forth about whether he should see Jade or if he should hire someone else. Maybe someone else entirely, not even from Moulin. In the end he had remained with the familiar and waited for Jade to arrive. He had opened a bottle of wine and had gotten some cheeses and meats, and then he did his best to not crawl out of his skin. He hadn't seen the young man since the disaster of the gastronomic society's event and he'd been sick about it ever since. He was less bothered by Jade's revelation than he likely ought to be. What had him so upset was the realization that there was something growing between them. Or maybe Jade didn't feel it at all...maybe it was only Chris who was deluding himself.