Lucian glared at the interloper until the man shoved hands into jean pockets and glowered at the ground. Lucian sucked a breath. He would know that scowl and body language anywhere. It had been directed at him a million times, and Lucian clenched his teeth to keep from gaping.
Shea had started out as a tall, lanky kid and not much had changed over the years. The last time Lucian saw Shea, he was skinny, geeky, and adorably self-conscious. Shea wore glasses and a buzz cut, his lack of fashion sense put the entire gay community to shame, and he tried to blend into the wallpaper.