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Somewhere in Thailand:
"Do you ever wonder what kind of postcards we will get next year?" Booker asked as Nile put the postcard in the mailbox.
One of the things they had agreed about last year, when Nile and Booker had said they wanted to travel, was that they would return a year later, and then it was Joe and Nicky's turn to travel while Nile and Booker took care of the bakery.
"I have drawn a line when it comes to naked people," Nile replied with a smile.
"So have I," Booker admitted. "But something tells me they will find a way to send us something that does involve naked people."
"If that is the case, I'm gonna burn them," Nile replied sarcastically.
"Or else we just use a black marker," Booker suggested.
"Great idea," Nile replied. "Should we find some dinner before we leave for Vietnam?"
"Not the worst idea in the world, Ange," Booker replied as he took Nile's hand.
Unlike Joe and Nicky, who imminently had clicked together Nile and Booker had taken the slow road together and were now holding hands whenever they could.
"Speaking of food," Nile said. "Are we still going to the first bakery we can find in Vietnam?"
"It's tradition," Booker replied. "And maybe I can find something to add to our custard pies."
"Just like you did in Moscow," Nile replied. "Even though I'm sure of that you will not drown it in vodka so people get drunk."
"It was you who ate four big slices not me," Booker replied and laughed.
"You do know that it's your fault that I ate four slices of the custard pies," Nile said.
"Are you saying that the one in Moscow was better than mine?" Booker asked and pretend to be hurt.
"No you big idiot," Nile replied. "Your custard pies are the best in the world."
"I'm glad you're a fan," Booker replied. "But you do know that you can't eat every custard pie I make or croissant for that matter unless you pay for them. And how come I suddenly have started to sound like Nicky?"
"As long you aren't getting any ideas like those Nicky or Joe has then I don't mind," Nile replied.
"I promise, Ange," Booker said and they continued talking while walking down the street.
Rome:
"Grazie," Joe said when he got the mail from the postman. "Nicky, there is a postcard from them."
Nicky came out with flour in his hair which made Joe run a couple of fingers through Nicky's hair.
"You do know that Halloween is still a month away," Joe joked.
"Yes, but it's never too soon to consider a costume," Nicky replied. "So, Are they still in Thailand?"
Joe kissed Nicky before handing him the postcard, who looked at the elephants.
"You read it," Nicky said as he handed the postcard back and laid his head on Joe's shoulder. "I like you reading for me."
"Hey Lovebirds. Sebastien has finally accepted the idea of an Instagram profile but he is not happy about the pictures of the croissants and wants you to know Nicky, that you should stop staring at Joe's ass and concentrate on baking because it's after all a workplace or else he will hit you with the spatula. We will be leaving for Vietnam tomorrow and then we are only missing Hawaii, which will be our last stop before coming home to Rome. With Love N & S. PS: the elephants on the postcard could use a donation."
"I don't stare at your ass the entire time," Nicky said. "Maybe only 99 % of the time."
"To be honest, I don't mind you staring," Joe replied before kissing Nicky's temple. "And it looks like our weakly donation is going to the elephants."
"I think we should do the same thing as Nile and Booker are doing," Nicky said. "Find someone who needs a donation once we are traveling."
"I like the idea," Joe replied and watched as customers were coming through the door. "And now it's back to work. Only 2 hours left and we can get out of the clothes."
"Are you painting me naked tonight?" Nicky whispered before placing a kiss on Joe's cheek.
"That was the plan," Joe replied before he turned his attention to the customers, while Nicky returned to baking.