And then you could play your music as loud as you wanted without having to worry about the neighbours — or have band practice, be a proper garage ba...d. You could do that if we had a detached house." It's just a dream, Caz. It's never going to happen." We could have enough by next May." How could we?" I worked it out. If I did one visit a month, we'd have plenty." They might get bored of you. Then what?" We'll just have to see, won't we." . Working in the middle of the store one day not to long after that first stolen kiss, Cathy was on her way to the back of the store to the break room, stopped and asked if I was doing anything for lunch? Mostly I bring my lunch, but if she wanted to go grab a bite I was game. Cool, she said and meet me out front at 1. Oh shit, shit, shit, Cathy wants to go to lunch, hell I was as giddy as a school girl and nervous as hell, isn’t that adrenalin dump, the shits. It was hard to focus on work. The noise, though, kept up, got louder, the closer he got to his and Anna’s hotel room. What the hell was that? An instant later, the sound stopped, just as Anna’s voicemail clicked on. ‘Hey, it’s me,’ he said after her greeting ended, ‘I…uh, just ran into Sam, and—’ He cut off, mid-sentence, his eyes catching on a tube of berry-colored lip gloss lying in the middle of the hallway. It looked exactly like one he’d seen Anna use about a thousand times. He bent and picked it up, turning it. Jackson walked towards Rico and placed the shirt on top of one of his legs:"Here. You forgot this." and Jackson turned away and walked for a couple of seconds, then he stopped and turned around:"Why did you kiss me, Rico?"Rico didn't move an inch, since his shirt was placed on his leg. Jackson walked towards Rico, until he was standing right next to him. Jackson put his hands on Rico's shoulders and dragged him to the middle of the counter, shouting "Answer me!" with a desperate tone on his.