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Dim lights reflected off the glasses, half-filled with wine, and the silver utensils that rested next to the plates. They had ordered and were enjoying their salads before the arrival of the entrees. The youth of the waitress seemed misplaced in the quaint hotel restaurant with its attempts at luxury and the soft jazz emanating from the speakers. If Tasha, their waitress, was uncomfortable serving two gay men, she didn’t show it.
Charlie had been uncharacteristically quiet, but since Tim didn’t know him intimately, as this was only their third meeting, he wondered if perhaps his new friend was tired from the flight or just in a mood.
Tim sipped his wine. “You seem… preoccupied, Charlie. Is everything alright?”
Chocolate brown eyes tinged with hurt settled on Tim’s features. “I’m at
