The evening was slow, even for a Thursday. Apart from a couple of old gays at the bar and a date that ended awkwardly, Rainbow Central had been mostly empty.
At least that worked out well for me. It gave me ample time to memorise the drink menu, brush up on my math skills, and give my hands some rest after all the cleaning and scrubbing.
Who knew hard work was that painful?
“Smoke?” Caspian asked.
“That’d be great, but I don’t have any with me,” I admitted.
“You can have one of mine.”
“Thanks.”
“Follow me.”
He waved at Olivia at the end of the bar and then guided me to the back of the building. The dimly lit narrow corridor with trash cans wasn’t a very appealing place to hang and if I was on my own, I’d have avoided it like the plague.
“Is there a reason why you smoke here?” I as
