I went out for lunch with Charlie. I don't know, I don't think I get him. He smiles and his eyes sparkle at me, whenever we chat.
He asked if I was coming to Friday nights EOFY firm party, big piss up. He said good and smiled when I said yes.
Later in the afternoon, he said he enjoyed lunch, as we made coffee, in the kitchen.
That's good, I said. It must have been with someone nice.
He smiled and said, "Yes, with someone nice."
"So did I," I said. "Had lunch with some one nice."
He blushed and smiled and headed back to his desk, looking back and smiling.
But the couple of times I've suggested going out for a drink together, he just smiles and doesn't answer.
It's just nice to have a gay friend at work.
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