• “Henrietta it’s not going to work and what do you care anyway?” Pete flipped his hair out of his face and pouted.



    “Aw c’mon but aren’t you curious?” Henrietta stared at Pete from across the booth they sat at Benny’s while taking a sip of her cheap black coffee out of the stained off-white coffee mug.



    “Okay but just because everyone knows I’m gay doesn’t automatically dictate that just anyone is going to want my d**k.”



    “Just hear me out.” Pete lets out a deep sigh.



    “Fine. Go ahead.” Pete taps his fingers on the table anxiously.



    “Tonight, we will meet at his place and about fifteen minutes in I’ll suddenly have to leave and you can try out my theory..”



    “So you think I should just draw as much attention to myself subliminally and it’ll make him act differently? That’s so dumb I’ve known him for years he’s indifferent as ******** to anything I do at this point.”



    “Yeah, but you never really tried have you? I could argue the same point, you’ve known each other for years right? So if you were to act a little differently don’t you think he’d be pretty keen to pick up on it?” Pete blinks a couple times and smooths his hair back.



    “s**t you’re right.” He starts to agree with her but suddenly shakes his head and stands by his defensive disposition.



    “But why would I do that? That’s so dumb..” Pete fails at an attempt to argue well, his brain is kind of starting to malfunction due to the conversation at hand. Henrietta senses this and preys on his ceasing attitude.



    “It could be fun~.” She said with a sly smirk and a singsong voice. Pete feigns indifference to this by staying quiet.



    “Nothing big, just start small, see how he reacts.” Henrietta let’s out a small mischievous giggle towards the end of that and Pete flips his hair.



    “You’re like way too into this…”



    “Don’t act like you’re not.” Henrietta plays smiling triumphantly as Pete ...
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