“You’re French, right?” Christian dished up two small bowls of the pasta salad, setting one in front of Sebastian with a fork. ”What’s France like?”
“Not much different than here, really,” Sebastian said with a shrug, taking a hesitant bite of the pasta salad and swallowing it before continuing, “Except they’re a lot more okay with gay couples.”
Sebastian nodded back, taking another bite.
“Ah.” Christian nodded.