It was getting late. Jason stood up and thanked Keith for the drink.
“No worries!” said Keith, his smile warm. Jason was surprised by the rush of friendship he felt for the other man. He hadn't expected to fit in so quickly. Everybody just accepted him at face value — a young backpacker, working his way round the world. It was comforting to feel that he knew some people here, even if the acquaintance wasn't yet deep. And Keith was cute. His hair was thick and curly, a chocolate brown which exactly matched his eyes. He had a little beer belly, but his arms were strongly muscled and covered with dark hair. There was hair visible at the neck of his short-sleeved shirt, and his waist was still slim. Perhaps the sexiest aspect was the way he looked at Jason: desire, liking and a wistful awareness that he was probably wasting his time all simultaneously in his gaze.
“Are you working tomorrow?” he asked the other man.
“Yeah.”
“Me too. From six till eleven. I see you then.”
“See ya later, mate.” Keith waved him away with an off-hand gesture, but as he stepped out of the café onto the pavement, Jason was conscious of Keith's stare.
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