He starts laughing and holds up both hands. “I swear! He really did just ask where the bathroom was. Maybe he had like an awakening when he talked to me or something.” “You waken something inside me every time I talk to you, so I can’t even blame him. Frustration, anger, arousal, those kinds of things,” I say as we snatch the seat before some younger guys do. We slide in side by side since it’ll be easier to people watch while we sip our beers. “One of those was not like the other.”
