It’s Friday and it’s been two days since Alfie and Richard had started going out. They would meet up for coffee and pastries and afterwards, Richard would drop him off at work. Today wasn’t different. Alfie had gotten up that morning, gotten ready with a Pink Floyd shirt, jeans and a pair of sneakers. He had made sure Arjun had says his prayers that morning, had made a couple of French toast for his friend before leaving their apartment. This time, he had made it early for their date.
“You have been the highlight of my week.” Richard confesses, thirty minutes into their date.
“What have I told you about flattery...?”
“That it could get me anything.” Richard teases.
Their hands were intertwined on the table, Richard would occasionally pepper them with kisses. He does this often because
