Seeing how decided he was, I made it clear that there was no need. There's a sense of accomplishment when I'm the one inviting him, "You don't have to buy my drinks, though."
"But I want to," he said confidently, "Don't get annoying and just accept it. Otherwise..."
"What?"
"I'm not showing up around here again."
"Haah… alright, I got it. Here, I added it to my schedule."
"Nicely done," he smiled after I showed him my phone's calendar. Patting my head as well… which made me blink in astonishment since he's smaller than me.
What in the... Is he… is he treating me like a kid? I thought for a second, conflicted, but the surprise faded with his next sentence, "You know… You sure remember, right? I'm not gay."
"Damn it, I know," Annoyed I had to look away and breathe in to overcome the frustration, "you don't need to repeat it every time we meet, Connor."
