Luke tried to ignore the images flashing in his head, but his willpower was considered an outright failure since morning. Even as Brenda, his girlfriend of the same age, kept her primary focus on the new music from her favorite pop singers, the nineteen-year-old Korean man struggled to pay attention to her exact words. She expressed opinions and he couldn't discredit them. His mind wouldn't let him disregard fantasies involving her best friend's boyfriend.
Dorothy had already met her significant other a few months before high school graduation. From what Luke had heard and witnessed from these two young women, nineteen-year-old Adam had kept a stable relationship with Dorothy throughout the entire summer. Now that all four of them had just finished their first week in college, they got to know each other a little more, including a tiny fraction of Luke's cerebral struggle. Luke never expected to feel so fascinated with Dorothy's boyfriend when he met him for the first time. In fact, he never expected to form extensive daydreams that involved a more personal connection between the two men. Luke tried to push the mental images away, realizing that it would spoil his original opinions. He tried to inform Brenda of this turn of events, but he couldn't bring himself in harming their seemingly unbreakable relationship. All he could do now was wait until they reached their intended destination.
The afternoon sun began its daily descent toward the opposite side of the earth. The clear blue sky grew dim, with shades of orange entering typical human eyesight. The city of Anaheim, as well as the rest of Southern California, would soon experience its routine consumption of nocturnal activities. Luke and Brenda had just exited the freeway. It would take only several more minutes for the two Korean individuals to reach the apartment where Brenda's best friend resided in. Once they parked their car on the blacktop, Luke followed his girlfriend to the second floor. Brenda knocked on the door and just as it opened, she smiled and hugged her best friend right in front of Luke.
Dorothy let her two visitors inside. The two-bedroom apartment looked spacious and comfy, with plenty of standard furniture and appliances that would decline tedium of all sorts.
Luke complimented Dorothy on having such comfortable living arrangements.
The young white woman replied, "I owe it all to Adam."
Brenda asked, "Where is he, anyway?"
"He went out to get a few drinks. He'll be back."
Luke took a seat on the black leather couch. "I have to say that you're a lucky woman. From what I can tell, Adam's got the right stuff."
Dorothy gave a little smile. "You sound a bit too truthful. You're not showing your true colors, are you?"
Luke quickly shook his head. "Of course, not. Why would I do that?"
Brenda chuckled as she sat down beside him. "Don't put ideas into his head. You don't want me to lose my own boyfriend, do you?"
Dorothy let out a short laugh. "Say, about that fifty bucks you owe me."
Both of them laughed together. Luke stayed silent. Common sense would drive him to play along with their comedic timing. But deep inside, he found nothing funny about his newfound fixation.
The sound of a key turning prompted the three of them to watch the front door.
Dorothy murmured, "That must be Adam now."
The door opened, and there he was.
Adam appeared to be one of those young white men on earth who would have no trouble in getting what he wanted. The nineteen-year-old college student was quite muscular, which assisted in strengthening his cunning attitude. He had short brown hair and hairless arms and legs. He wore a pair of brown cargo pants and a plain white t-shirt, almost perfect for today's Mediterranean weather.
Luke tried to smile. "Hi, Adam, it's nice to see you again."
"Nice to see you again, too."
Luke wanted to look away, but he had trouble restricting his temptation. He eyed Adam from top to bottom without hesitation. Just the sight of another young man made him shiver.
Adam asked him, "Is there something wrong?"
Luke quickly shook his head. "No, not at all."
"You look like I've done something wrong...or right."
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
Dorothy chuckled. "We just talked about Luke showing his true colors right when you came in. Now you're making us form ideas in our own heads."
Adam gave a little smile. "Whatever you do, don't blame it all on me."
Luke already realized that he kept his eyes on Adam. He shifted his gaze onto the carpet. He had an uneasy feeling that Adam was still staring at him.
"Uh, where's the bathroom?"
Dorothy pointed at the hallway. "It's right at the end. You won't miss it."
"Thanks."
He picked up a little speed when heading for the bathroom. Soon after trapping himself in silence, Luke turned on the faucet and splashed his face with water. He wanted to lash out at himself from such frustration brewing in his current mental state, but it would have been meaningless to do so. He let out a big sigh. He never felt so spellbound by a man's alluring exterior. He still had feelings for his own girlfriend, but something about Adam made him go against his traditional mindset by accepting such an unexpected fixation.
Luke dried his face with a towel and looked at himself in the mirror. He was indeed a handsome Korean man. He started to wonder if Adam had an unbroken fascination in exotic individuals.
He opened the door before hearing the front door opening and closing. He returned to the living room to see Adam sitting calmly on the couch.
"Did you remember to wash your hands?"
Luke replied, "Yes, I did. Actually, I just washed my face and that's it."
He looked around to see if Brenda and Dorothy were still present. "Where did the girls go?"
A little smile had formed on Adam's face. "They went to the store to get some stuff. They said they'll be back in an hour or so."
Luke had to stop himself from trembling. "Oh...so we have this place all to ourselves for the next hour?"
