Luigi went into his tiny kitchenette and made himself some tea. While he was sipping it he thought about Cody.
He'd met Cody at a café-bar on Brunswick Street. They'd been sitting next to each other at the counter, sipping a latte, and Cody had grinned at him. After they'd talked for half an hour Luigi realised that Cody was flirting with him. At first he hadn't believed it. Up till then he'd never had sex with a straight bloke. He'd never even been friendly with straight guys. And all of a sudden there was this macho, muscular, sporty straight man teasing him, flirting with him, making eyes at him. Luigi had no idea how to respond. He'd been just twenty, not sure whether this bonhomie, this arms-slung-around-shoulders, this intimate gaze, these nods and becks and wreathèd smiles were normal among hyper-masculine guys. He was afraid to respond, because he might get beaten up. Yet he was tempted, for Cody was gorgeous.