Lance.
I plate the food into two plates and he watches me with this intense stare. His eyes are warm and inviting, almost like he is trusting me to open up to him. I have already concluded in my head that I will but I don't even know how to start the conversation.
"So, what's the deal?" he asks once I take a fork of the meal.
He goes straight to the point, there is no beating around the bush with him. He is direct and honest. One of the things I like about Patrick.
His eyes bore into mine as he waits for me to start talking. The only person I have ever opened up to is Jack. He is the only one in my life that knows every single detail. He is the only one that cares about my worries, my fears. He is the only one that I have been able to be myself around but now, looking at Patrick, I feel sincerity coming off of him.
I don't want anything romantic with him.
I want his friendship.
