Rasheed.

He's always been that bug I can't take off. I mean, Ronald. One day, he branched the mall and saw me and since then, he's been trailing me, especially after he got to know about my sexuality — through my stances and actions, I had guessed much — he won't stop coming every four days out of the six days I do go to the mall and asking me out for dinner...lunch...some picnic...I can hardly remember them all. And it's been going on for three weeks now, and, oh gosh, I can't believe I didn't tell Sam about it.

Ronald is sitting opposite of me, staring into my eyes, "can you stop doing that?" I know I'm blushing. He would see it. And it will make him want to make more advances. He must know I'm leaving town tomorrow, this is unnecessary.

"I'm doing nothing but watching a handsome black American man with striking blue eyes."

Duh! Really? That's his approach. He might as well be lecturing on describing a human, or what do you think?

Shut up! I'm mentally smacking my inner voice in the face.

"Thank you for the compliments. So, how did you get to know that I'm gay?"

"The work of a magician."

I want to drop my face into my palms right now. Can he be any worse at this?

"Oh, cool then." I reply, cold. I pick up the cup of coffee. My phone chimes, I drop it back and check the dropped SMS.

It's Sam.

Boo, I'm here.

I sigh.

Come in, please. I need rescue.

He replies me next with a laughing emoji. I wanted to reply but notices that Ronald is quiet. I'm not paying attention, that figures.

"Sorry."

"No, it's fine." He says.

Sam appears from behind me out of the blue, but the look of confusion on his face confuses me. "Hey, Ronald." He greets him.

My eyes lands on Ronald, who's now seemingly shaken up.

"Um, hey, Sam." He lowers his face, they know each other very well, that's noticeable, "you two know each other?"

"Yeah, I'm his best friend, the only one he's ever had." I love how Sam takes the words from me and says it just exorbitantly.

"Let me excuse you both then." He is quick to stand up. "I'll see you later, Rash. We'd talk better then."

Before he can escape, me, still in the dark, Sam made certain, "don't worry, I'll fill him in."

He looks beaten down, somewhat, by Sam's words.

Now that he's gone, I turn to Sam and glare at him. "What just happened?"

"Excuse me, let me go get my coffee."

Ten minutes later, he's back with his coffee, brewing vapour. I'm almost done with mine and it's now warm.

"So...?"

"Well, that guy just wants to fuck your peach, nothing else. He's a play guy."

I shake my head, as I laugh. How the heck does he know this?

"And how did you get to meet him?" Asks, my accusatory, grumpy self.

Sam chuckles and readjust the bead bracelet he has on his wrist. Well, I tend to not take an overview of his appearance most times but this one. He's in a blue jean, and V-neck shirt with long sleeves they stop at his ankles, beneath the glamour on his wrists.

"We used to be boyfriends."

"And you didn't see it fit to tell me?"

"Well, it lasted just three days." He says and I burst into laughter.

A relationship lasted just three days? I'd have scold my sarcastic disembodied voice but we are on the side. Please, just confirm it with an high court stamp that Sam's so unfortunate when it comes to being with someone.

He doesn't say anything but fumes. When I recollect myself, I ask. "So, how's he a playboy? Oh, wait, he dumped you?" Gosh...I just had to laugh once more.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Maybe he did, maybe I did. It doesn't matter. He's in a poly relationship right now." Says, Sam, as his beige skin warms up under the rays of light, coming from the chandelier above the glass-beaded ceiling.

"A what relationship?"

"I can't recall its name. I mean, this relationship where there's three people involved."

"Oh, right. I can't recollect too. So, he's dating two other guys currently?"

"He's actually a bisexual, he's with a man and a woman."

"Two men, a woman relationship then?"

"Exactly." Sam confirms my acknowledgement. I nod as well as I look away. That's not something I was expecting. He really just wanted me in his bed.

"Then, why is he after me for three weeks?"

Sam is shocked for some seconds, "he's a confused human being, I guess."

The conversation rolls into talks about different kinds of relationship people of the community have had and how insanely amazing they are. A part for me might be thinking of trying that thing where you'd have a boyfriend and add someone you both trust into a orgy kind of sex, making it a threesome.

I marvel in that thought for God knows when until Sam brings me back to reality with a change of topic.

"Is your aunt still coming today?"

"Oh, sorry, she's prolonged it till tomorrow. And next tomorrow, I'm off to college." I say, looking into Sam's hazel eyes.

He sits back, and brush his blonde hair away from his face. "I'll miss you, pumpkin."

"Don't call me that."

"How about hot big Sir?"

I laugh.