At first, James thought the guy meant Hollywood. He definitely looked the part. He was finely chiseled. A light color flushed his cheeks thinking about that. He tried to focus his life on other things, rather than his attraction to the 'wrong' sex. There was little sense in denying it. He was well away from his parents and their curious eyes, wondering if he would actually cross that line. "Are you in movies, or TV?" he asked, trying to remember if he had seen the man before. "I would have remembered doing your hair."
"Great!" His grin spread from one side of his face to the other. "I love Venice. It's an artistic community really, if you get through the tourists. It's one of my favorite places."