Anthony made his sandwich and propped himself up on the couch. He figured Gabriel was the type who didn’t like food outside of the kitchen, given how he’d eaten his eggs that morning. But what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt Anthony, so Anthony would eat his sandwich to the company of the television.
The sound of the television eventually drowned out. Anthony knew that the moment Gabriel got home, they’d be a real thing. An item, so to say. Anthony hadn’t really dated anyone since high school, and she’d been this short, plump little girl with blond hair and brown eyes. If he were going to jump right back into the dating world, he would have to be the next one to pull something impressive. Every new item had a first date, and every first date needed to be impressive.
Anthony knew how to rock
