Re: capullo de rosa; dietre & hugh
Dietre made it a bad habit of going on dates-but-not with the men he was interested in. This evening was no exception. And he never once used the ‘d’ word in reference to any of them. He was too afraid of the label being rejected, it was much nicer to pretend privately that he was on a date. This was, however, the most date-like of all his non-dates. A trip to the city? Black tie? A fancy restaurant? Anyone who looked their way would assume they were a couple. Dietre knew this, and if he was aware of it, it meant Hugh was aware of it too yet didn’t mind. It wasn’t offensive to him that people would think he was dating Dietre, and that made Dietre very happy despite fully knowing that Hugh did not care what other people thought of him.
Hugh’s suit impressed Dietre. He told him so with an awkward, ‘I like your suit...’ when he was picked up. It was eye catching without being gaudy. Dietre knew he could never pull a suit off like that himself, but he could at least admire it from afar.
The stamp of approval was given and Dietre seemed to beam somehow without widening his smile. A little encouragement was all he needed to relax. Not quite to the level of cuddling on the couch watching Disney movies, but enough for him to slip into that rare, almost playful sort of mood he had been displaying around Hugh recently.
“Oh really?” Dietre’s eyes were drawn toward the lonely grand piano, then back to Hugh. “You know, I think he could be convinced to give a private performance on a weekday. If you ask nicely.” Not here, but back at Adrian’s on the little upright. That had been Dietre’s plan anyway, he’d spoken about it on their movie night, though he wasn’t sure if Hugh remembered.
“He can be quite obliging like that.” Was this flirting? It was probably flirting. Which was bad because he hadn’t even ordered a drink yet.