Sunday, June 26, 2016
Leander's apartment
They stood, staring at each other, then at Leander. Mitch neared Trey to whisper, "I told you we should've left. This was a bad idea."
"You're talking like we had planned on sneaking in. We wanted to meet the guy and there he is," Trey hissed, turning to him. "Stop talking."
"He's right, you know," Leander said from where he sat, addressing Mitchell with a wry smile. "Please, sit. I don't bite."
Casting one last warning look at Mitch, Trey went first, settling in the couch next to Leander. Hesitantly, Mitchell followed, his eyes never leaving him. Leander sat up. "I don't have much available, but would you like something to drink?"
"So you can spike it?" Mitch said, glaring at Leander.
