“Fuck them,” said Cody calmly. No, thought Luigi, fuck me, and he had to look away so that the thought didn't show in his expression.
“I like to be different,” said Cody, his gaze intent.
Luigi couldn't look away. He felt trapped, and was quite unaware of the effect his soft dark eyes and the sweet shy curve of his lips was having on Cody. They were the only two people in the world. The chatter in the bar, the clang of trams on the street outside, the clink of glasses being collected and cleaned: all of these outside noises were hushed, remote. They were connecting without speech or touch, but with an erotic intimacy and emotional intensity which left them both breathless.
After an age, Cody licked his dry lips, and said without smiling, his eyes burning, “What about that Campari, then? I'm blowing away in dust.”
In silence, Luigi waved the waiter over. “Two Camparis please.” While the waiter was attending to their order, Luigi turned to Cody and said, “I like to be different, too.”
Cody smiled, his eyes glinting. “I know,” he whispered.