Mateo
"Okay," Mateo says, his tone the sceptical sing-song of someone who knows bloody well that it isn't okay, but isn't willing to fight too hard about it either. His eyes are still on the snowclouds when Ever reaches an arm around him, the florist stumbling a little before smirking across at his friend. "Oh, I see," he drawls, purposely exaggerating so there's no doubt that he's joking. "If you wanted a cuddle, you didn't have to make us wait out here," he says, leaning into the other man.
Seven minutes passes amid quiet conversation about lights and weather and Christmas plans, and their Uber pulls up to the kerbside. Cheering that they aren't going to freeze to death, Mateo offers Everest a flamboyant bow for his oh-so-gallant behaviour, then clambers into the back of the vehicle and all but begs the driver to turn up the heat. Does it matter that it's only a five minute drive, if that? Nope.
Seven minutes passes amid quiet conversation about lights and weather and Christmas plans, and their Uber pulls up to the kerbside. Cheering that they aren't going to freeze to death, Mateo offers Everest a flamboyant bow for his oh-so-gallant behaviour, then clambers into the back of the vehicle and all but begs the driver to turn up the heat. Does it matter that it's only a five minute drive, if that? Nope.
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
