Somehow I’m able to work, even though I can’t concentrate because my hands are sweaty and my heart is jumping. I’m so nervous. I keep picturing how it will play out between us during lunch. I show up, say hi, and he ignores me? Or does he say hi back? Thanks to the thousands of books I’ve read, I imagine a series of strange scenarios, which don’t help at all. I’ve never been so worried about another person’s reaction, but I’ve never smiled so much with anyone either, so…
When lunchtime comes, I try not to run, which is not like me. My legs are trembling.
The little bell on the door of his tattoo parlor rings cheerfully as always, but today it sounds more like an alarm. Or maybe it’s just my imagination. Or maybe it’s seeing Sean smiling at the half-naked Adonis lying on his tattoo bed.
