We’re having coffee at Nylon Coffee Roasters on Everton Park in Singapore. I’m having black coffee, he’s having a cappuccino. They are handsome. Brown hair slicked back, glasses that suit his face, hazel eyes and the most beautiful lips I’ve seen. They are well-built, with incredible arms including a chest that stands apart about this sweater. We’re standing in front of each other preaching about our lives, what we wish into the future, what we’re trying to find on another person. He starts telling me that they have been rejected loads of times.
‘Why Andrew ? You’re so handsome. I’d (...)