So one day with OG Pope has ruined all men for me.Excellent.
The thought was galling enough for Paolo to ignore his morning wood. He showered his restless night away, dressed, and left the house under a cloud of misty dark sky. Sometimes, it was hard to believe a new day had begun when he left the house in the pitch black of the previous night. Winter made his shoulders sag and his legs feel heavy, but then summer months trapped indoors were a bitch too.Fuck my life.
He hadn’t replied to Luis’s affirmative message about taking the cafe job; drama at the nursing home had distracted him. His plan had been to message him when he’d downed his first cup of shitty instant coffee, but as he neared the end of the high street, a tall figure stepped out of the shadows, shivering in the frigid air.
Luis.
For some reason, the sight of him, cold and clearly as tired as Paolo, made Paolo want to cry. He settled for a grunt. “Morning. I was going to tell you to come in at six.”
Luis shrugged—Paolo was coming to learn it was his baseline of communication. “Had to get electric from the shop, so I was awake. You don’t have to pay me for the extra hour.”
“We’ll talk about that after coffee.”
Luis said nothing. Paolo preceded him to the cafe door and opened up, stepping aside to let Luis pass. He was wearing different clothes, dark jogging bottoms and a grey T-shirt, and his hair was damp from the shower. It was a hundred colours: dark brown, chestnut, and subtly streaked with gold. The kind of hair women paid a hundred quid for, but Luis had scored it for free.
It looked soft, like silk. Paolo itched to run his fingers through it.Perv. It felt like more than that, but he couldn’t decipher the butterfly sensation in his gut. He was too damn tired. And perhaps that was it. Fatigue induced horniness. It was a thing, right?
Besides, no one in their sane mind wouldn’t be attracted to Luis.
Paolo followed him inside, flipping the lights on as he went. The heating was already on, timed to perfection so Paolo never walked into a cold cafe, and as he watched Luis’s broad shoulders drop and his shivers ease, he’d never been more glad of his poxy radiators.
He moved to the coffee machine and switched it on, giving more thanks to yesterday’s Paolo who’d set it up for the first batch of the day. Luis hovered in the kitchen doorway. “What do you need me to do?”
“You can slice the mushrooms, tomatoes, and the black pudding in a minute, but I figured we’d get a coffee first and have the conversation we didn’t get round to last night.”
Luis nodded.
Paolo turned back to the coffee jug. “How do you take it?”
“What?”
“Coffee. Black or white?”
“Black? I think? I don’t really drink it.”
“Do you want tea instead?”
“Don’t mind.”
Paolo poured hot coffee and then brewed strong tea in one of the oversized mugs Toni’s was famous for. He fetched milk from the fridge, added enough to make the tea rosy, and held the mug out.
Luis hesitated a moment before he took it. “I used to get these from your granddad back in the day.”
“Which day?”
“Fridays, after school on my way to my, uh, brother’s house.”
“Oh. I didn’t do Fridays. That was band practice at All Saints.”
Luis’s eyebrows shot up. “You went to All Saints?”
“Yup. I was in your year.” Paolo nodded to the tables. “Shall we sit down?”
He rounded the counter without waiting for an answer and took a seat at the family table. Luis followed, brows drawn together in a deep, bemused frown.
Paolo eyed him. “What is it?”
“Nothing, I just...”
