A first meeting

He’d told me he doesn’t look like a sex worker, and he was right.

The young man waiting for me is smartly dressed, with a fresh haircut. Trim, and tall. Looks young, but then again, he is young.

I want to ask what mascara he’s wearing.

It’s a shame he won’t have his face photographed.

After discussing ideas for the piece, he rubs his hands together and grins. “I’m looking forward to this.” He’s a breath of fresh air, alright.

He wants to buy a notebook right away.

“I’ll get you the notebook,” I say. But he wants to get it.

We finish our drinks and head out. He’s got a client this evening, and I’ve got to get back to work, too.

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