Garrett watched as he disappeared into the house. He pulled out his phone as he waited for him to come back. ”Thanks. So what do you want to do while we wait?” “
"Well, that really does depend almost entirely on what you want to do. I’m open to anything."
"Doesn’t make me feel better but it works."
Dorian paused for a moment than gave him a soft smile. “I’ll be right back.” A few minutes later he returned, grinning brightly now. “There, I did your laundry for you. I think it should be done in a few hours.”
Thomas sat down on a bench by the side of the road, and quickly got lost on the white page before him. Thinking no-one was looking, he began to draw a familiar face. A broad jaw with a gentle stubble could be recognized after a few strokes of the pencil. “It wasn’t exactly like this…” He mumbled.
"A-are you drawing me?" Dorian asked softly, intending to glance over at the paper for one a brief moment but now his eyes couldn’t pull away. He found himself stunned into silence by the very thought that perhaps someone would remember his face after one of his performances.
"I really should have done the laundry."
“If it makes you feel any better, I’ll take off my shirt as well.”
"So… how are you today?" Sam choked out as he stared at the man in front of him obviously already nervous. With a heavy gulp he looked away, feeling embarrassed by the attention; a small red tint on his cheeks.
Dorian had just finished his performance, eyes still twinkling brightly as if the spotlight continued to shine down upon him. “Much better now that you arrived. I so rarely get visitors. And how are you today, handsome?”