“What can I get you?”
Peter Wong didn’t respond to the bartender’s question immediately. For a moment, he thought about ordering something stronger than a glass of beer. However, he quickly changed his mind. “Anything on the tap is fine. You choose.”
The handsome, shirtless bartender grinned at Peter and nodded. “Coming right up.”
“Okay.”
While waiting for his beverage, Peter darted his eyes around the dimly lit interior of the bar. It was one of the smaller gay bars less than ten minutes away on foot from his rented apartment in Boston, Massachusetts. There weren’t many people inside the bar, but considering it was seven minutes away from six o’clock in the middle of the week, it probably explained why the establishment was lacking in customers. That was just fine for Peter, though. H
