“I thought he was a woman,” he whispered to Beatriz. “I bought him another drink and when I came back with it, I said ‘sorry miss’ and he said ‘mister.’ And I don’t know what came over me then. Just as well your daddy doesn’t care if the chat-up line is smooth, because I just said he was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen, man or woman or anything else, and if he had a boyfriend or a girlfriend or a personfriend, would he mind dumping them for the evening so I could persuade him I was a catch instead of a big hairy barman?”
She curled her little fist around his entire finger, and he jiggled it gently.
“I guess you know the ending, huh?” he whispered.
Turned out he did have a boyfriend. But they’d had a huge fight the day before, and Andreas was three quarters of the way towards dumping him. Erik had asked why. Andreas had pinked, and pointed to the flags on his face.