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funny,
Alex,” Elijah said. “I need to be taken seriously.”
     
    “Grow actual facial hair, dress like
you’re not still in grade school, colorblind and living in the mid
eighties, and maybe you will be,” Elizabeth retorted. Alexander
could only laugh harder. “Now excuse me, I have a date with Hey Diddle Diddle and thirteen
terrible two-ers.” Elizabeth grabbed a book from the shelf and made
a triumphant exit as Elijah sat there fuming.
     
    “I can never win with her,” Elijah said,
biting at his finger.
     
    “That’s because you’re hopelessly enamored,”
Alexander said. He smiled at his friend and Elijah flipped him off.
His two best friends were always at each others' throats, it would
be unusual for them to actually get along.
     
    “Don’t remind me,” Elijah groaned. “It’s
unbearable.”
     
    “Oh, don’t get all melodramatic on me, Eli.
C’mon, we’ll skip out early,” Alexander said, and Elijah
immediately brightened.
     
    “And then you’re telling me all about this
guy you met on the train.”
     
    Alexander rolled his eyes, gathering his
mittens and jacket.
     
    “You spill, I pay for lunch,” Elijah
offered.
     
    Alexander mulled it over, slipping on his
jacket. “Fine, but I’m telling you, it’s really not a big
deal.”
     
    ***
     
    “So, let me get this straight,” Elijah said,
stabbing at his salad. “This random guy approaches you on a train,
plays twenty questions, buys you coffee and then asks for your
phone number?”
     
    “Basically,” Alexander replied. He took a
sip of his ice tea and tried not to blush. Recounting the tale had
made the fluttery monsters in his belly return.
     
    “Alexander, for being a storyteller by
occupation… you really are an awful storyteller,” Elijah said.
     
    “You asked me what happened and I told you,”
Alexander retorted. The waitress arrived with their lunch, and
Elijah signaled for two bills. “Come on, Eli! We had a deal.”
Alexander scrunched his face up into an extremely childish pout,
and Elijah nearly choked on his drink.
     
    “I can’t believe you just made that face at
me. I told you never to make that face at me again,” Elijah said,
coughing. “I’m not looking, Alexander.” Elijah turned in his chair.
“You done?”
     
    “Eliiiii,” Alexander drawled, eyes going
wide.
     
    Elijah scowled and faced Alexander. “That’s
so immature of you, Alex. How do you do that? That look?”
     
    “Practiced on my mum, though it rarely works
with her,” Alexander said. “Now, are you paying for my lunch?”
     
    “Give me some details, and yes. Oh, and no
more pouting or I’ll lose my lunch,” Elijah said, pointing a
french-fry at Alexander threateningly.
     
    “What kinds of details?”
     
    “Alright, how about… what did he look like?
Hm?” Elijah leaned in, waiting.
     
    Alexander thought it over, poking at his
grilled cheese sandwich with a fork. “Professional,” he decided,
biting at the inside of his mouth.
     
    “And…?”
     
    “Tall, about my height. Um, blondish hair--
kinda strawberry blond. Kinda rough, but professional.” Alexander
could picture the man perfectly in his mind, soft and warm, and a
bit dangerous with his words.
     
    “Yeah, but was he good looking?”
     
    Alexander’s eyes went wide and he suddenly
found his straw very interesting.
     
    “Are you blushing again? Alex? Oh God, you
are so… there isn’t a word. Look at me,” Elijah insisted.
     
    Alexander raised his head, flushing all
over. “What?” he asked, voice small.
     
    “You can’t even say it,” Elijah said,
partly amazed. It was extremely obvious that Alexander was shy,
from the way he held himself, to the manner in which he spoke--
unsure and looking for approval. Elijah grinned and laid a gentle
hand across Alexander’s bandaged fingers. “You can tell me, you
know. I think this is great that maybe you’ve found someone to
be… friends with.”
     
    “You’re embarrassing me,”