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Jinx had not even put on his jacket with the angel wings sewn into the back coloured in the colours of the rainbow, but apparently he did not need to. Extremely long, green-dyed hair on a thin man was not acceptable, it was not manly, and if it was not manly then it was homosexual. And homosexual was bad, of course.
Brr, how awful!
Still, although he had not expected insults when he saw men dressed like clichéd businessmen enter the café where he waited by the door for his coffee to be ready, he was not that surprised when it happened. They were everywhere.
"Look at that," one of them muttered loud enough for him to hear even with his noise-cancelling headphones on, "can these fags be any more obvious?"
"Look at that, can these homophobes be any more obvious?" Another voice replied in a flat tone, and for once it was not Jinx who had spoken back.
If he had, there would have been more insults and less finesse.
"O-Mer!"
"What's the matter?"
"Don't say things like that," the first one snapped.
"Why not, that's exactly what it was."
"It wasn't, it was just a joke!"
With a movement in the queue, Jinx managed to get a glimpse of the man who was defending him. Unexpectedly, it was one of the men of the group. Usually in this situation the others would become stupid, mindless sheep so as not to make waves, but this one had not held back.
A flash of gold drew his attention to his face and Jinx looked away before looking again more discreetly. With the sun passing through the window and reaching his face despite the foliage of the trees outside the coffee shop, his brown eyes were almost yellow, it was... bewitching. Especially when combined with the fact that he was taller than him, had a sweet face and an age that was definitely close to his own. Especially when the other was denouncing homophobia.
"How was that supposed to make us laugh?"
The former sighed, rolled his eyes and mumbled something about the other's limited sense of humour in an attempt to justify himself, but nobody was fooled.
It was... extremely smart to use the fact that he was in a peer group against him. As he would not want to humiliate himself in public, he was not going to insist. What a clever guy. It was attractive.
"Coffee for Jinx!"
After a few seconds of scrutiny, he approached the counter, realising that it was indeed his name that had just been called. He had almost forgotten why he was there, the idiots who made his blood boil tended to have that effect on him.
Luckily for them, the handsome man had stepped in because Jinx knew how to fight and hurt, he was vicious. They would not have liked to suffer the consequences of a backlash from his gay ass.
"Jinx?" The O-Mer guy was amused when seeing him reach for his cup. "Are you going to put a spell on him?"
Was he answering? He was answering.
It did not hurt to flirt, he was after all a single man starved of love and it was so rare for him to come across men taller than him who were not mountains of muscle. He was not fond of hefty men, they reminded him of bad times.
"If there's anyone I'd like to bewitch, it's not him. I have higher standards than that."
The dark-haired man laughed and said to his group:
"This is a clever mix of flirtation and humour. Learn from it."
"Focus on flirting back," a woman of their age replied without even looking up from where she was writing an e-mail on her mobile phone.
"Look at that... it does appear that fags are everywhere and obvious, aren't they?" Jinx murmured with a wink as he took a sip. "Do you come here often?"
"I work nearby."
"Why don't you come ten minutes earlier tomorrow so we can have a chat?"
"I'll be there."
And he was there the next day. The next day too, again and again, until one day they came together.
They changed coffee shops but never changed the habit, even when they had their first coffee at home, they went out for a second coffee again elsewhere.
Together.