Who: Anthony Goldstein and Michael Corner What: Talking Where: Michael’s flat When: Thursday evening
Anthony wasn’t exactly sure why he’d given into Michael’s teasing so easily. He was certainly used to Mike’s form of joking, they’d been friends since they were eleven, but ever since he’d met Mark at an audition, he couldn’t get him out of his head. He couldn’t get thoughts of him out of his head, and even though Anthony knew he really wasn’t supposed to have those sort of thoughts because he like women, it got under his skin. Even what Mike had said got under his skin.
It wasn’t a long journey, going up two flights of stairs and he was practically at Michael’s door. But it felt longer. And he felt more nervous than he ever had before about going to see his best mate. He shifted and frowned a little bit, before raising his hand to knock at the door. Should he have brought something? That seemed like a strange thought, but he wasn’t even sure what the protocol was for this sort of thing. Not that it mattered, they were just going to talk after all.