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Dex loved Biana Vacker's films. Every single time he and his friends would have a movie night, he would always, always, put on one of her films. He said it was because she was completely and utterly fabulous. Keefe, on the other hand, said it was because he fancied her. But how could you like someone you've never even met before?
As he walked along Portabello Road, he spied Tam, who was in the middle of hanging up a sign for his new restaurant. Five years ago, Tam had been trapped in a dead-end job he despised. But one day, on his way to work, he ran into Dex. And with him, was Jensi, his best friend and co-owner of his bookshop. Within half an hour, both Jensi and Tam were completely smitten. Six months after that, they moved in together.
Jensi gave Tam the courage to quit his job, and now after years of saving every spare cent they had, they finally had enough for Tam to open his restaurant.
"Morning, Tam!" Dex waved.
"Alright, Dex?" Tam called back. "How's it going?"
"I'm good. How's the restaurant business treating you?"
"It's... going." Tam chuckled. "If only I can get the hang of this blasted sign."
"I hear you. Listen, do you know if Jensi is at work yet?" Dex asked him, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looked up at Tam.
Tam put his finger on his chin, "you know, I think he left the house at about nine-ish, so he should be there by now."
"Thanks. Good luck!" Dex strolled away, waving cheerily to Tam, who grinned back.
Dex made his way through the bustling traffic, towards the house with the blue door. He and his girlfriend lived there together. Well, they did, until she left him for a Vanilla Ice lookalike.
Now he shared the place with his best friend Keefe.
"Keefe," Dex called, "you home?"
Keefe charged down the stairs with all the agility and grace of a buffalo stampede.
"Dexinator! What's new?" He exclaimed gleefully.
"Since I left the house ten minutes ago to go grab the milk and newspaper?" Dex asked sarcastically. "Not much."
"Excellent. Listen, you wouldn't mind helping me out?"
"What do you need?" Dex asked, popping a slice of bread into the toaster.
"Well, me and Foster are going out tonight and I need help picking an outfit. Now, I have a couple of options, but I need help picking which one to wear."
"Alright, lay them on me."
Keefe raced up the stairs, and came down in a black shirt that said, I'm with stupid, with an arrow pointing upwards.
"Ah yes. It's always the best move to make your girlfriend think you're an imbecile. Good thinking."
"Is that sarcasm I hear, Dexter? Alright, no to this one then."
He raced back up the stairs, and what felt like ten seconds later came down in a white dress shirt. "How's this?"
"Yeah, that's... perfect." Dex nodded his head in approval.
"Great. Thanks."
Just then, Keefe took off his shirt to reveal a Batman t-shirt, and on the back were the words, I'm Batman, so I could be your hero any day.
"Are you kidding me?" Dex shook his head in disbelief.
"I'm Batman." Keefe said mysteriously, narrowing his eyes.
"Whatever you say." Dex chuckled. "Alright, I've got to get to work. Good luck at the art gallery today."
"Much appreciated, Dexter." Keefe raised a slice of toast in salute. "See you when you get home."
"See you later." Dex smiled as he made his way to work. Today was going to be different, he could feel it.
He had no idea how different that day would actually end up being.