7
Josh
I stood there for a moment after Serge left to get a grip on myself.
“Well, there’s two good things that have come out of this. First, now I know he’s gay. Though, it doesn’t really do me that much good since he’s probably being swarmed over by all the men out there right now. Second, he’s not mad at me for telling that fib.”
I washed my hands and looked in the mirror. As usual, my flaming red hair was out of control, so I ran my damp fingers through it to try and calm the mess. After a minute I gave up, then realized Bradley must be wondering what the hell was taking me so long. I took a deep breath, opened the door and started toward our table.
Halfway there I noticed Serge leaning against the brick wall with a cocktail in his hand. Two young twinks were trying to talk to him
