“Oh. I see your problem. Good thing I happened to be walking by, your gutter could fall down any second!” Bob said, after inspecting the guttering with me staring at him from the floor.
“That's not good... Are you a professional? Sorry, I forgot to ask.” I turned red again.
“Yeah. Don’t worry. It’s going to be fine. I’ll just re-screw all the screws and that should be about done.” He smiled down at me; I beamed back up, he turned away, slightly embarrassed.
“Could you get me that toolbox?” He pointed to his truck; I saw the top of a rusty toolbox on the passenger seat.
“Sure.” I walked briskly over to keep him from waiting.
“Thanks.” His face lighted up in laughter as I tried to open the heavy box I was carrying.
“Pass it to me. I have a key.” He scoffed, pulling out a small, also rusty, key from the pocket of his jeans.
“Erm... Can I use the bathroom?” Bob asked me awkwardly.
“Yeah. It’s upstairs on the right.” I pointed him the way.
He came back after a few minutes looking refreshed. I laughed to myself and shook my head slowly.
“What?” He asked me.
“Lee? Can I ask you something?” He asked suspiciously.
“Are you gay?” He raised his hands, almost as if he were expecting me to hit him.
“Yes, Bob. Yes I am.” I raised my head high: I’m not ashamed of who I am. “How did you know?”
He lowered his arms and shrugged.
“Did you go through my stuff?!” I almost screamed at him.
“I sort of got lost... I stumbled upon your room. Who’s the man in the picture?” He did go into my room.
“That... is Michael.” I sighed, remembering my late boyfriend.
“You keep a picture of your ex in your room? It’s quite a big picture...”
“He’s not my ex!” I snapped. He backed away a few steps.
“Sorry.” He said, not really knowing what he was saying it for.
“No, I’m sorry. Michael was my partner. He died about a year ago. I keep that picture for company as it’s just me and Raphy here.” Raphael barked hearing his nickname being used.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” I looked into his powerful blue eyes as the wind whipped his short chocolate hair. It was then that I realised he was rather handsome. Not just cute or fit, but actually handsome. Good ol’ fashioned handsome. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
“Well, I’d better get fixing then, hadn’t I?” Bob said with haste.
“Yeah...” I trailed off, still gazing at him. I hadn’t felt like this since Michael and I had met. We had had a connection from the beginning and I thought it was happening again. Oh God...