Afterwards they made their way over to an impossibly expensive restaurant.
“This one’s on me,” Andrew had said in his CEO voice, brooking no argument.
“Today was amazing,” Martin said. He was careful not to sound too eager, lest he flatter Andrew overmuch again.
“Allow me to be frank?” Andrew asked.
“Have you ever needed permission before?” he smiled.
“I think you’re beautiful,” he said. “I don’t know if you feel the same about me, but I would like to see where this could go.”
The first reaction he had to this was one of relief and excitement, knowing he didn’t imagine the vibes or chemistry between them. The second, more rational reaction poured water over the fire ignited in his gut and made him think of his little brother, his career aspirations, having a job to pay the rent, and
