Page 23 of The Titan and the Trainer

“Pretty Woman,” said Julian. He really did know his films, “and for reference, I do happen to have a white stretch limo with a sunroof, so I could fully re-create that moment for you someday.”

“That won’t be necessary, but thanks for the offer,” Callum retorted, with a cheesy smile.

“C’mon, handsome, ditsy trainer, grab your coat; you’ve pulled.” Julian laughed at his own joke. “Take me somewhere for coffee. Somewhere where no one knows me.”

“Trust me Julian, no one in this area would know your name, and no paparazzi are lurking around here. Probably a junkie or two, but that’s about it”, he smiled with genuine relief. “You want good coffee; I know just the place.”

***

The coffee shop across the street was a hole-in-the-wall place, literally called ‘The Hole in the Wall’ and one of Callum’s favourites.

In style it was very rustic, all broken tables, mismatched chairs, and the smell of roasting coffee beans, probably a world away from the artisanal blends Julian knew.

As they entered, an immediate “Hey Cal” came almost singing, from behind the counter, “and hello,” she added, eyeing up Julian’s frame as it filled the doorway.

“Hey, Georgie, how are you today? This is my friend, Julian,” he said, by way of introduction.

“Boyfriend,” Julian corrected.

“Yes, boyfriend,” Callum corrected himself, feeling a sense of pride. This was going to take some getting used to.

“Well, it’s mighty good to meet you,” she said, nodding, giving Callum a look of approval, and a cheeky wink.

“Thank you, Georgie” laughed Callum, and he headed towards a table at the back.

“Right, what do you want?” Callum asked.

“Latte, please. I’m easy when it comes to coffee.”

Callum went to the counter and sorted the coffees, returning quickly to the table.

They sat very close together, Julian’s knee occasionally bumping against Callum’s, neither noticing nor complaining.

Over lattes, the conversation flowed. Today felt like a shift change; things felt simpler. Neither of them made any big sweeping statements, grand plans about possible futures, or confessed repressed feelings. A lot of emotion poured out yesterday, and it had been a lot to take in for both of them. Today, instead, they just sat and talked and laughed, like any average couple does on a Sunday morning, in a New York coffee shop.

“So, tell me something you’re interested in that I’d never guess?” Julian asked, sipping his latte.

“Ancient Egypt,” Callum replied without hesitation, eyes bright. “It’s always been an interest of mine and I have lots of books and figurines relating to Egypt.”

“That’s a coincidence, because I actually studied ancient Egypt in college. Vance Global actually sponsors the Cairo Museum, amongst other things in Egypt as part of our global cultural program.” Julian was happy to highlight the similarity.

“Now you,” Callum said.

“Sailing. I’ve always wanted to learn how to sail, but just never seem to find the time,” Julian said wistfully.

They joked and chatted until the remnants of coffee were long cold in their cups. Further topics of discussion ranged from Callum’s obsession with sci-fi movies, photography, and the British band Erasure, to Julian’s love of superhero films and modern art.

Callum looked at Julian and thought that, for the first time, the Titan was actually just a hot guy named Julian, seeing him for the first time. He also thought that at this moment, Julian looked the youngest he ever had to Callum. The clothes made him look younger, but he also seemed released from the burden that had previously weighed him down. Callum never said it out loud, but it seemed like a weight had been lifted from Julian’s broad shoulders.

Once the coffees were finished, Callum steeled himself for the inevitable. I mean, why would Julian be in this part of town, his part of town?

“Ready to see my mini mausoleum opposite?” he teased, gesturing towards his building as they crossed the street.

“Lead the way,” Julian said, eyes bright with excitement and anticipation.

Chapter 12 - Breaking Bed

Sun. 19th Jan. 25