Chapter 8

“I should go,” he said to Adrian, reluctantly. “I’ve got an early start tomorrow. I didn’t get anything done yesterday at all.”

Adrian grinned at him. “Why was that?” he said.

Percy grinned back. “Too knackered,” he admitted.

Adrian laughed. “I was very pleased I could lie in,” he confided. “I wasn’t good for much.” He turned his glass round and round in the rings of condensation on the table before them.

“Can I see you again?” he asked, quietly, not looking at Percy as Percy stood up.

Percy stilled. He swallowed. Perhaps it hadbeen a date, after all. “Of course,” said, equally quietly. “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

“I’m free Wednesday,” Adrian said, looking up at him with more of his usual quiet confidence. “What about a drink after work and something to eat?”

“That sounds good,” Percy said. “Really good.”

“I’ll meet you outside work, yes?” Adrian said. “I can get off about five, I think.”