Perfect Duet

Lunch Time

The kids filed out of their classrooms to the cafeteria, Brendon and I had other plans though. It was unspoken but by the way that we shared a stare we had made plans to head out for lunch. Something about this man captivated me, I don't know if it was the way his hips swayed when he walked or the words that effortlessly flowed from his mouth but this man that I had the honor of working with was seemingly the most interesting man in the world. The more I talked with this mysterious man the more I learned and the more I learned about him the more he captured me into this spell, a spell so strong you might even call it love at first sight, but an idea like that is just for the movies.

Now you wonder, 'is he gay' no would be my answer, but lately I have been second guessing myself because of the way that when I'm with a girl I want it to feel right but my heart tells me it's so wrong. I need to know what this feeling is that I have towards the man I only met just yesterday, but I guess I will know when the time is right. We walked towards the cafe from earlier, Brendon was talking lovingly about music and how if he could he would marry it. It's honestly not hard to tell by the way he teaches that he is doing something he loves. He's mentioned having boyfriends and girlfriends but never seeming to keep them because they didn't understand his passion for music. It's funny how much more I have paid attention to him than I have of anyone I've ever hung out with.

We sit at a table closer to the corner of the cafe and we talk, waiting for a waitress to come over and ask us what we wanted to eat. When the waitress comes over it was only a minor pause in our conversation and when she turned away we seamlessly got back to our conversation. We've only known each other for 24 hours and we are already finishing each other's sentences it seems. Our conversations continue well after we finished eating and it came time to pay. We had a small argument over who would pay and again Brendon won and said that it wasn't a problem. Ok I know we could just split the bill, I even suggested it but Brendon was about ready to put up a fight and I wasn't about ready to argue with this man.

His sleeves were rolled up and I noticed he had lovely tattoos, one of a piano with some colorful flowers and the other what seemed to be a portrait of Frank Sinatra. I knew I was going to have to pay him back somehow, even if he didn't want me to I would find a way to make up for his kindness. On the way back to the school our conversations carried out and in that time that I was learning more about Brendon I was devising a plan on how I could thank him for paying for my food and buying me a cookie this morning. Suddenly I thought of something, I would ask him out to dinner... no not like a date, just as two co-workers out off of work, getting to know each other and me paying back for lunch today... then I thought, as romantic as it seemed there is no way on Earth that Brendon would let me take him out.

I had to think of another way to pay him back... Oh what if I bought him a thank you card and some flowers... yeah that works, probably better and less weird than my other plan. The rest of the day went by smoothly, and when the last bell rang I was stopped by a student who slipped me a note, I was instantly nervous but when I read it it seems like Brendon had asked this student to give me the note because it read 'would you like to hang out after school XOXO Brendon' it was written as if a schoolgirl wrote it to her crush. After everyone was out of the classroom I walked over to Brendon and happily took him up on his offer to hang out after school. God damn this is going to be a hard year if he keeps doing little things like that.

Well we walk out of the school once all the children filed out and in enough time that the principal wouldn't be able to pull us aside to tell us about a last minute meeting. Brendon and I made it to his car, I walked to school because I don't live too far.... I mean I probably should drive but I prefer walking, but we get in and he starts driving somewhere. He had explained that we weren't going to his house and that we were going to some other place I can't remember cause I was too focused on his cheeks and his lips and the way he formed his words to even comprehend what he was saying. We parked in front of the mysterious building and it was a... concert hall?