There’s slow mornings, and then there’s this; private moments just between them. Matteo knows he is the only one noticing the colour of the sky outside on this Sunday morning because David’s dark eyes are fixed on him. David is an artist; He’s supposed to look at the sky and see colour and meaning and beauty, so Matteo knows it means something.
Matteo works the Sunday morning shift at Berlin's pinkest coffee house. David is the only customer. Every week.
It takes him several tries to light the joint between his own lips and hand it to David. When he looks up, the other one looks amused.
‘You’re so drunk.’
‘You’re so drunk,’ Matteo parrots before thinking, but it makes David’s lips stretch into a smile around the joint in his mouth, and fuck, that’s a sight.
Matteo (instead of Carlos) fails his Abi. Him and David don't meet until about a year later when Matteo feels isolated and inadequate as everybody is moving on except for him. They bond over pizza and assassins.
Including: A demon cat with a stupid name, friendship and bad flirting (what else is new)