"Get on with your work," a chipper voice came from behind Riley, who sharply turned round to gaze up at the slender bodied young male that had stood behind him. He had a tidy mass of spiky platinum blond hair and small yet piercing emerald green eyes that met his bright blue orbs.
"Y-you scared me." He breathed, relieved.
"I couldn't do that to you now, could I?" Ryan was fairly well liked, especially with the ladies.
He shook his head dimly, placing the picture back in his pocket. "I don't know why I carry it around for."
"'Cause you love her, maybe?"
Riley swept his hand over his forehead, feeling awful at trying to forget things whilst being at work. It was hard, of course, and had always been hard for him to differentiate between work and home life. "I feel odd and I don't know why."
The blond frowned at his cryptic statement.
"I know you might not ever get the same problem, but I feel bored with Tamsyn sometimes. It kind of makes me wanna do things that I really shouldn't do."
He came over more concerned. "What sort of things are we talking here, Ri?" He loved shortening the brunette's name, and had always called him that since they first met – which meant going back a few years.
He was sure his heart skipped a beat at the way Ryan called him that. He swallowed hard at the way in which the blond male gazed at him, and even when he looked away he was sure he could feel his eyes wandering down his body.
But no, that was a silly assumption to make. Ryan had more of a way with girls. So did Riley, by the same token, but he didn't feel that much of a buzz when he took them back to his place after a night out. He certainly didn't feel that much of a buzz when they did other things together.
