“You sure do have a type. He looks like the guy you dated in CalPoly. Doesn’t he? Tall, blond. I bet he has blue eyes.”
“I don’t know what color eyes he has.”
“Not yet, you don’t, you mean,” Tiny said. “I’ll radio to bring him up.”
“No, don’t, he’s spending time with his friends.”
“Whatever. I want to meet this guy who keeps looking up here, and who is somehow probably the unexplained reason why you brought them to my club.”
“Tiny, you don’t have to do that,” Jojo said, protesting weakly, but as soon as he spoke he saw Adam following a security guard up to the velvet ropes. The velvet ropes dropped and Adam walked up. Jojo moved to greet him. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” Adam answered, smiling broadly again.
“Enjoying yourself?” Jojo asked.
“Yeah, this club is something. My friends can’t believe this place.”