Page 92 of Stabby Little

"He should still make time for his original my lady. I was here before any of these newbies."

When Steven finally makes Crystal her Americano, she turns to me. "I can't tell you much about my date. His name was Trevor. I only met him in this coffee shop a few days before Tiffy's wedding. He said he was an artist and that he was only in town until Sunday because he had to fly to LA for a comic book artist's convention. He also insinuated that he'd hook up with me, but he never did."

"Did Trevor wear wire-rimmed glasses when you met him?"

"Yes."

"What color were his eyes?"

"Green. The same as at the wedding."

"Did he have the nose piercing?"

Crystal issues me a nod. "I remember thinking it looked fake, but I didn't say anything. He seemed like a touchy artist type. I didn't want to piss him off."

"Tell me what else you know."

"He showed me his Twitter account with his drawings. I didn't think they were very good, but I kept that to myself. He said Mark Zuckerberg personally banned him from Instagram for depicting him as an alien."

"Is that true?"

"I can't speak to the veracity of that."

"What else do you remember?"

"He hinted he wanted to do dirty things to me. But at the wedding, he made up bullshit excuses."

"What did you two do when you left the ceremony?"

"I tried to get him to fuck me in my father's bedroom. I've always had a fantasy of bringing a boy there. He wasn't having it. I pressed him against the wall, but he tore away. He said I was screwed up in the head and not his type."

"What else?"

"At the wedding, he said he had erectile dysfunction. But I think he got it up… after he looked at you."

This hits me in my gut. "Me?"

"Trevor must've found you attractive. I caught him staring at you—he didn't exactly deny he was gay."

"I don't understand why he'd stare at me."

"Don't be so modest." Crystal drags in a gulp of her Americano. "You're not the most unattractive man."

I furrow my brow. "This isn't a joke."

Crystal rubs her left palm on my chest. "He probably had the same thoughts about you as I do. I've seen you in my uncle's entourage for years. I'd be lying to say that the thought of us getting together hadn't crossed my mind. Not while my uncle was around, of course. He'd go through the roof if he found out."

"Steven." I face the barista. "This girl needs another Americano."

Steven shakes his head. "I'm busy."

I clench my fists. "This is your original my lady."

"I say that to every pretty girl that comes in here,” Steven hits back. “It's what my bosses at the Renaissance Festival taught me."

I stand up. "Thank you for the information, Crystal. I'll report this to your uncle."

"There's something else." Crystal reaches into her purse. "Before he left, this fell out of his pocket."

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