Hidden Story.

25

//Author's pov//

Peter sat in the middle of a local bar, sipping on his scotch and waiting for someone; he was wearing his Lunice men's checkered black shirt with white jeans and, for shoes, a Chelsea ankle shoe sitting in the chair like a model as if some photographer was clicking pictures for him.

Soon, from the doors came Evan, with steady and slow steps, wearing a casual waffle-knitted coco colour button-up shirt with beige pants and boots; he walked into the bar with a straight face, funny for a guy dressed cute and serious face.

As Peter noticed him, he waved like a crazy madman, as If Evan was going to run away; Evan noticed him and covered his face like he was disgusted with him.

With a grotesque look, he finally came up to him and sat beside him, "Sit down, I am not running away." He replied, and Peter sat like an obedient pup.

"So? Why did you call me?" Peter asked, showing off his dimpled smile as he sipped his scotch and studied Evan's face.

"You are not even gonna offer me a drink?" Evan asked, with a raised and disbelieving look.

"Well, since you called me, it must be something important; I bet you wouldn't be here to have a drink, would you?" Peter commented, "Since, you asked so nicely, I'll sure as hell order one for you." 

Evan had just scoffed and leaned back on his chair, "Whatever." 

"Is it just me, or personally, you act like a brat?" Peter said with a soft chuckle, as he called for the waiter and ordered a drink.

"Shut up, anyways, it's about Mith," Evan said, dropping his elbows to the table as he leaned close.

"Yeah, I know; you told me before that he looks familiar," Peter said, repeating the same thing he said the day they met.

"Yes, but.. I am sure, It is him." Evan said in a whisper as he narrowed his bows.

"Exactly who?" Peter asked, with a raised brow, "See, I can't read your mind; you need to tell me nicely exactly who." 

"He is my agency partner's boyfriend," Evan said, finally leaning back on the seat. As the drink finally arrived, he chugged it whole. 

"Calm down there, lad." Peter said taking in the details, "How are you so sure?" He asked as he held his liquor, silently, admiring Evan's face, and Evan was too focused on explaining the task at hand to notice that.

"Well, he has the same tattoo as her boyfriend?" He stated as if that was so obvious.

"Okay? Well, it doesn't matter; millions of people share the same tattoo, don't they?" Peter said with a shrug.

"You are taking it so lightly." Evan said, "Come on, there's a seventy per cent chance that he is her boyfriend." He crossed his arms over his broad chest, which still looked smaller than Peter's.

"I am not taking it lightly; we need solid proof for that, ya know?" Peter said, still studying Evan's face as if he couldn't get enough; he was getting obsessed with Evan, that's for sure.

 "Yes, find it!" Evan said, literally  with a huff, "Come on, I know what he looks like; maybe get me a sneak peek of Mith's face?" Evan suggested, leaning closer to Peter and resting his arms on the table.

"He wears that Balaclava almost always; the only time he gets it off.. is maybe when he is alone with Kris. And you, god knows, for what reason don't want her involved." Peter said crossing his arms over his chest, giving him the "I'm-so-done-look."

"Well, I just don't want her involved. Can't you get a sneak peek? Come on, you can do that," Evan said, he was whining like a small kid.

"There's nothing I can't do for you; it's easy, but getting his mask off is like once in a red moon," Peter said with a smirk growing every second on his face. He was flirting, and Evan was too oblivious to it.