Last night we went out drinking.
My buddy and my beau.
They get along wonderfully.
My buddy thinks my beau is awesome.
My beau won't come out unless my buddy is there.

Feeling kind of left out.
Adolescent, I know.

My beau left for the bathroom.
My buddy asks me questions about my life.
Feeling better.
My beau returns.
His foot rests against my leg under the table.
It gently taps my leg
When I look at him.
He winks.
Now I feel completely better.