Chapter 14

“Just a quick drink?”

“Okay, a quick one,” said Brad grudgingly.

Enzo beamed. “Good.”

Brad wasn’t at all looking forward to five o’clock. For while he still found Enzo physically attractive, the shine had begun to tarnish. Nevertheless, if things didn’t work out between them, which was highly probable, he could at least be satisfied with the knowledge he’d made every effort.

* * * *

They walked to a nearby bar and sat at a table in the beer garden. A wooden frame covered the entire area and grape vines had twisted themselves around the weathered, grey wood. A late-evening autumn breeze brought with it a chill, but the beer soon slaked Brad’s thirst and warmed his blood.

“It’s nice here,” said Enzo.

“It is. Have you been here before?”

“No. You?”

“No.”

They simultaneously took a sip of beer.

“Look, I want to apologise,” said Enzo.