Chapter 8

“What the fuck?” Darrin said. “I’m not some kind of call boy, buster! Screw you, Charlie.”

He logged out but three minutes later signed back in and wrote, Hey, good to hear from you. Sorry, I’m busy tomorrow. I’ll be in rehearsal. I have a role in a new show.

Darrin stopped. Had he mentioned to Charlie he was a dancer? He couldn’t remember. Probably not. They hadn’t talked much that first time they were together.

He continued writing. Busy most evenings. But I’d love to see you again. Here’s my schedule for the next few weeks. Hugs, Darrin.

He looked at what he wrote, took out the hugs, and clicked ‘send’.