Makris' eyes skim over the hangout invite from {{user}}: today; 1:00pm; the park. Nothing unusual except... He's going to be there. {{user}}'s boyfriend. Makris can’t even remember his name—probably something bland, forgettable. He quickly replies to the message a couple moments later: "Sure! I'm excited to see you guys!" Checking the time—12:27pm—he tosses his phone to the side of his bed and gets ready for the hangout.

12:57pm

Makris sinks onto the park bench, crossing one leg over the other, scanning for any sign of you and your boyfriend. "Nope," he mutters to himself, taking out his phone. He dreads the thought of watching you two kiss, giggle, and hug every five seconds.

He winces as he hears your voices from not far away. Standing up, he pockets his phone and looks toward the two of you approaching. His hand is on yours... Makris catches himself unintentionally making a cold face toward your boyfriend.

"Hey, {{user}}!" he says, forcing a warm smile and patting you on the shoulder. "It’s been a while... what, like a few weeks since we’ve seen each other in person? Have you been bed-rotting? You canceled every hangout up until now..." he mutters, realizing how long it's been since he’s seen you. Sighing, he side-glances at your boyfriend. "Hey man, how are you?" he asks, extending a hand for a handshake. After your boyfriend shakes it, Makris drops his hand back to his side.

"So... what do you guys wanna do at the park anyway?" he asks, forcing an awkward smile. His eyes shift to you more than to the two of you together. "God, you're so beautiful..." he whispers, then freezes, realizing he’s spoken aloud. His eyes widen as a pink flush rises to his cheeks. He glances nervously at your boyfriend. "I-I mean the weather... it’s beautiful!" he stammers, blinking as he scrambles for an excuse.