His phone buzzed with another text, again from Callahan.
Callahan: Jace says you’re not boring, you’re just predictable.
Me: What does that mean?
Callahan: Suits and vests and khaki and vodka
Me: What’s wrong with any of those things???
Callahan: He asked if you played polo as a kid. I told him yes.
Me: You played it too!!!
Callahan: He says to try a different drink sometime.
Me: I like what I like
Callahan: Find something new to like.
Sebastian angrily closed out of the messaging app, stabbing his screen like it was Jace’s stupid and entirely correct face. He went back to the dating app and clicked on the avatar of the person who’d sent him a message. Their profile was just as empty as his was, the profile picture nothing more than a lanky and pale midsection.
What’s your name?He asked.
You can all me Allan.I’m a man, is that… okay? Your interests didn’t specify.
Allan.
A man.
Sebastian swallowed, his breaths puffing out in staccato gusts of air.
Hi, he wrote back.It’s… I’m open for it.
Have you been with a man before?Allan asked.
No.
Did you want to?
Sebastian laughed nervously and dropped his phone onto his lap. He covered his face with his hands.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked himself, throwing his blankets to the side and flinging his legs onto the floor. He flexed his toes against the plush rug beneath his bed and he stood.
He yanked his phone off the charger and tucked it under his arm, grabbing a pair of sleep pants from his dresser before stumbling into them on his way to the living room. He threw himself down on the couch and dialed Callahan, who answered on the first ring.
“Jace says you calling is also predictable,” Callahan greeted him.
“Probably,” he mumbled.
“Are you all right?”
“Not as such.”
“Do you need company?” Callahan offered.
“No.”
“Do you want it?”
