Slowly, his pale cheeks began to colour.
“Please
stop rambling,” Bryan said, more slowly. Maybe the poor man had difficulty
communicating. “Stop swearing.” Stop talking altogether, he wanted to
say, but it wasn’t really the other man’s fault that Bryan couldn’t abide
pointless chatter. He had attractive, full lips that Bryan couldn’t help
noticing. It was the speech spewing out that disturbed him. “Just stop.”
Bryan
didn’t think he’d spoken too loudly, but the brusque tone startled him. Across
the road, a couple of shop workers were staring over. Their arms were full of
souvenir goods, restocking the display units on the pavement, pinning them more
securely in case the wind gusted up again. “Get out of everyone’s way. Come
over here.” Bryan took the young man’s arm and drew him back into the shelter
of With A Kick’s awning. The edges flapped listlessly in the aftermath
of the wind.
The
man offered no resistance, even when Bryan kept hold of his arm, except to