The television in my room was boring. Even the series I was watching (despite not being LoveHeart) was one of my favourites, and yet it still felt incredibly dull.

   The excitement that seemed to be missing probably had a first and last name, and everything that happened in his presence somehow became exciting, unique, and, without a doubt, memorable.

   Why did everything seem so dull now?

   As I watched the show's protagonist venting to his best friend, I found myself thinking back to that moment at the BlueHouse bar, when David had been about to ask me something before all the chaos broke out. What had he wanted to ask me?

    I picked up my phone, opened my gallery, and stared at the photo of him perched above the toilet. His lips slightly parted in disbelief at what I was doing instead of helping him, the embarrassed smile, the way his eyes reflected the camera flash, his flushed cheeks... Everything about David made me smile.

   I opened his Instagram profile, admiring a beauty that, in my opinion, was completely angelic. Why did the warmth that filled me whenever I looked at his photos have to be so addictive? It kept me staring at him for long stretches of time, as though he were a genuine addiction.

   The picture of him holding a book while looking directly into the camera was one of my favourite photos of David. It felt as though he were looking straight through the lens, through the phone screen, and directly at me.

   Scrolling a little further down his feed, I found a candid photo where he wore a small closed-mouth smile. One of the few pictures that showed his genuine smile rather than the polite, forced one he gave most of the time.

   I couldn't help but remember the smile he'd given me earlier in his room.

   And to think that I'd been standing there looking at him wrapped in nothing but a towel, the V-line at his waist so close to me, while I couldn't decide whether to look at his body or his eyes.

   So many thoughts had rushed through my head in that moment that I was almost embarrassed by how much I'd been objectifying David. I felt even more embarrassed considering my situation. But it had been impossible to see him like that and not imagine his lips close to mine, as though we were living in some perfect world where I could do something like that without any difficulty or embarrassment.

   Honestly, maybe it was better this way. I had no idea how I would react if one day that fantasy ever became real. It was already past nine o'clock when I finally decided to close the app, and that's when his message appeared in my notifications.

My chest tightened, making me nervous before I finally gathered the courage to open it.

   David:

   Are you busy?

   Me:

   No. Why?

   David:

   Would you like to join me for dinner?

   David:

   Oh, sure.

   What time?

   Only after I replied did it actually hit me. What if this wasn't the kind of dinner I was thinking about? Was it more of a "Do you want to grab dinner? I'm starving and don't want to eat alone" kind of invitation? Or was it a "Pedro, would you like to go out with me?" kind of invitation?

   Damn it.

   I had no idea what to think. I don't know where the courage came from, but a minute later I typed another message:

   Me:

   What kind of dinner?

   The warmth in my chest was immediately replaced by nerves. Even though I didn't regret sending it, I was terrified that I'd done something stupid. David saw the message but didn't reply.

   One minute.

   Three minutes.

   Seven minutes...

   Ten minutes without an answer.

   I panicked. I definitely shouldn't have sent that message... Then his reply finally arrived:

   David:

   What do you mean?

   Me:

   You invited me to dinner... What kind of dinner are we talking about?

   Once again, David saw the message and didn't reply. I'd messed up. Again.

   I was already setting my phone aside after several more minutes of silence when it vibrated in my hand.

   David: 

   Today's menu includes:

   1 — Dinner between two friends.

    2 — Dinner where two friends get to know each other better, and then each goes back to their own room.

   3 — Dinner where two friends get to know each other better, we watch a cliché on QueerFlix afterwards, and what happens next is between us and God.

   4 — You change your mind and say no to my invitation.

   I don't know your taste, but I'd recommend option 3, Pedro.

   Me:

   And what's the advantage of option 3?

   David:

   The advantage is that we have dinner, watch a film afterwards, and if everything goes according to plan, Newton will discover he was wrong when he said that two bodies can't occupy the same space.

   Me:

   Option 3, then.

   David:

   I'll pick you up in 30 minutes.