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“I'm a managing editor at a publishing firm,” Marcus spoke, though that was the more technical term for what he did. “Think news. I oversee the things now that my staff brings me. Been working with the company twelve years.” Marcus thought his job was rather bland, and nothing to really brag about. It paid comfortably though, especially considering how long he'd been with the company.<br/>
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“It's a bit.. boring though.” Their food was brought to them, and Marcus only could hope the waiter didn't spit in his after his comment from earlier.<br/>
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“What about you? Why are you here only a month?” Marcus questioned, curious. “You should stay longer. Enjoy the city more.” He didn't like the idea that he would be leaving so soon. Marcus was already jumping to irrational conclusions. He wanted Luca. He couldn't leave.<br/>
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“What are your plans for when you return to Brazil?” he questioned, picking at his food between conversation. He was in no rush for them to finish so soon. He wasn't excited to end their interaction just yet. He leaned forward, smiling and showing off the pearly whites of his straight teeth.<br/>
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“I think I'd like to get to know before you go back, Luca,” Marcus spoke, his voice taking on a smoky tone, making his intentions a little more obvious. He wasn't sure how much Luca understand, but Marcus wanted him to know he was interested in him in a more romantic way. He wasn't shy about being a bit forward in his approach. For some people, it had been too much for them. Marcus hadn't bothered to do any research on the young man, coming with his own expectations. He hadn't gone in even knowing if he was interested in other men or not. Marcus could tell sometimes, but he'd been wrong plenty. So far he wasn't sure if Luca was being polite and friendly, or if he was interested too. Marcus' thoughts never did good things for him, always jumping to negative outcomes.<br/>
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Marcus took care of the bill when they'd neared the end of their meal, and he even tipped the waiter a standard percent because he wasn't petty. And also, maybe so he wouldn't remember him as the guy who didn't tip in the chance Marcus decided to come find him and carve out his pretty face. Outwardly, none of these thoughts showed on Marcus' carefully composed face.<br/>
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“Let me drive you home?” Marcus questioned once they were finished, hoping to get to spend a bit more time with the beautiful young man. He showed Luca to his car, a simple steel gray Kia Optima, but a new one. He opened the door for Luca to get into the passenger seat, playing the part of a charming gentleman. The interior was smooth leather, clean. Marcus was a bit of a neat freak. He handed Luca the GPS that was sitting on his dashboard to type in his address.<br/>
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“Why don't you let me take you out later? Or this weekend, if you're not busy. I don't know if you've had much chance to experience New York nightlife,” Marcus pressed as he pulled out of the parking lot. He looked over to him, raising one of his brows. “Dancing, drinking..” he added, hoping that would be temptation enough.</span></span>