Before Jace left the Myers Fine Arts Building, he detoured into the men’s restroom in the main lobby.
At the sink, the water ran lukewarm into the palms of his hands. Jace splashed his face. He heard foot traffic, and animated voices snickering, talking, and laughing in the hallway.
Staring at himself in the mirror, he realized how much he resembled his father. Goatee. Long, bony face. Chocolate brown eyes.
Then the door to the restroom swung open on its raspy hinges.
Startled, Jace looked up at Germain standing in the doorway. Germain clicked his tongue, winked at him over a playful grin, and said, “Hey you. What’s up?”
At the sight of the beautiful black man, Jace froze, speechless, his mouth agape, his hands immobile beneath the running water.
Bobbing his head up and down and humm
