Miss Shuman watches Evan rush out of the building. He had nothing with him, but his phone. This gave Miss Shuman an idea. She steps away from her desk and walks into the elevator. Her lilac colored fingertips click on the button for the top floor.

Jonathan gets re-dressed, picking a different shirt out, since Evan took his. He finds a black tank top with Joan Jett on it, so he throws that on. He walks out of his bedroom and into the tiny dining room to clean up the coffee. He finishes his and sets Evan’s in the microwave. The photographer’s stomach growls as he opens the fridge. He quietly chuckles and opens the freezer and grabs a frozen toaster strudel. He pops it into the toaster and then pulls out his phone to get onto Pinterest to find more photo ideas for his model. Before he can unlock his phone a knock sounds from the front door. “Who the hell could that be?” He questions to himself, making a very confused face. To be safe he grabs a wooden spoon from the kitchen and walks over to the door with it behind his back. The blue eye makes eye contact with a olive colored eye. He jumps back and slightly opens the door, “Miss Shuman?”

“Hello Mr. Dennis,” she smiles and tries to push the door open. The photographer stops her, “What are you doing up here? Is there an emergency? Who’s down at the front desk if you’re here-?” Miss Shuman reaches through the crack of the door and places a cold hand on Jonathan’s lips. “Shh, we both know what I want.” Suddenly Jonathan feels sick to his stomach, “Miss Shuman, please-” she pushes the door open and strides in, “You can just call me Ruby.” Jonathan is pinned against the wall as Miss Shuman places a hand on his chest. He grabs her shoulders and pushes her away, “Miss Shuman I don’t know what you think you’re going to get, because it is definitely not me.”

“It’s that boyfriend of yours? Isn’t it? I thought you guys broke up, that’s why he stormed out,” she complains. The photographer shakes his head and laughs, “No, he just had some issues to take care of, and trust me, no woman will ever be better than my Evan, not even another man. I love him.” This angers Ruby, “Fine, you leave me no choice! You’ll regret this Jonathan Dennis. I can ruin your lives with just the press of a button…” She marches out of the apartment and slams the door.

Jonathan plops on the couch as the microwave dings. He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, “What the fuck was that?”

Evan sits in a soft chair across from his manager. He holds his mango tea and crosses his legs, waiting for Azad. He texts Jonathan; this seems to be the first time they’ve been apart since they met. Other than the time Evan went back to his apartment to try and get rid of his feelings for Jonathan, and look where that got them.

Evan smiles at his phone as Jonathan immediately texts back, “Hello handsome, I hope everything is going well.” The model replies back, “He’s not here yet. How’s everything at home?” Three dots appear at the left corner of the screen as Jonathan constructs his text message. “It’s too… like… confusing to explain over text. We can talk about it at home, but long term short… I had a visiter.” Evan’s look of confusion immediately disappears when Azad finally shows, “Sorry for being a little late.”

“It’s chill, so what’s up?” Azad leans over, setting his drink down, “We really need a song. You need to make a comeback Evan. Hell, maybe we should make a whole damn album.”

“I understand that,” Evan sighs, “but I don’t have any song ideas off the top of my head.” Azad spots the bracelet on his artist’s wrist. He reads the shining name “Jonathan”. Evan notices him looking down and covers up his wrist with his other hand. “Maybe I can help you Evan,” the manger smirks and leans back, his hands resting on his stomach.

“How?” Rynx questions and leans on the edge of his chair, waiting for his manager’s advice. Azad chuckles, “I’ll give you an example,” he pauses and leans closer to Evan, “I know about your boyfriend, and by the fact you hid it after you noticed me looking at it, tells me you don’t want people to know, but why?” Azad doesn’t let Evan answer, “Because you’re afraid of what society will think. Well it’s fucking 2021! You can express yourself without anyone being a bitch!” Evan can hear his own heart beat in his own ears. “If you don’t totally understand my man I can give you millions of artists, but I’m only giving you one to start out with.” Azad takes out a piece of paper and a pen. Evan awkwardly sips his tea as Azad scribbles. He looks up into the brown eyes, “Have you ever heard of the musical artist Hayley Kiyoko?” Evan shakes his head as Azad slips him the paper, “Look her up and listen to her whole album called, “Expectations”. You won’t regret it. Trust me.” Both the men stand and quickly bro-hug, patting each other on the back, “Thank you.”

“Anytime my man. See ya!” The two part as Evan rushes home to listen to this artist he’s never heard of, and to get an explanation from his boyfriend.

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