“Are you meeting Oliver for lunch?” Trevor asked.
Ian nodded. “I am. Do you want to join us?”
“And be a third wheel? Um, no.”
“It won’t be like that. He’s not into PDA.”
Trevor snorted. “Neither are you. You’re so paranoid that Mr. Andrews will catch you.”
“I am not.”
Trevor gave him a look that said he wasn’t buying it.
“Fine, I am. And Oliver hates it. If you come to lunch, he’ll know that Kristen isn’t the only person who knows I’m gay.”
“I still think you should just tell Mr. Andrews. What difference does it make?”
“I wish I could be judged based on the work I do instead of my personal life,” Ian griped.
Trevor rolled his eyes. “No one is judged solely on the work they do. People want to know what college you went to, what your work experience is. Small companies think you’re
