Iwastakenaback,andthetwohurriedlyparted,turnedround,andlookedatme,andCiaronlookedatme,motionless,alittlefidgety,andIinterjected,whilehislegslookedatmeinalarm,andspokehastily.
"I...I'llgotoworkfirst."Saythatfinish,hejumpedoutoftheroom.
Youarenotonlyaplayboy,butalsoagay!,
IwatchedwithoutmovingasCiaron'spartnerwalkedoutoftheroom,gapingathim,infact,hewasbeautiful,hismoodwaslikeaboyband,likeAston,hesawgirlsscreamingonset,butherarelymingledwithanyone.Veryintroverted,veryreclusive,iftheappearanceisnotgoodtoattractattention,italmostdoesnotshowup.
ButIdidn'thavemuchinterestinCiaron,whobentdownandpickedupthedenimjacketontheground.
"Thedirectoraskedmetogotothescene,Ciaron.It'stimetofilmyourplay,"Isaid,anddon'twaitanylonger.
Hegavemeaslightlook."Excuseme,areyougoingtoworkwithoutanyresponsibility?"
Hiswordsfrightenedme.
Whatishisresponsibility,
Beforehecouldgivehimselfananswer,Ciaronwipedoffhisdenimshirtandtheclothesoverhisshoulders,approachedmecautiously,andsmiled.