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“It's okay,” Marcus assured with another warm smile when Luca apologized for his lack of communication skills given he didn't fully have a grasp on their main language. There were other ways to communicate. He would not be deterred, especially considering how sweet and lovely Luca seemed. Just as he imagined him.<br/>
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“Maybe you can teach me something? What language do you speak?” he questioned, looking to his phone. He could tell it wasn't Spanish, but he wasn't overly familiar with other languages. He used the pictures to navigate his phone, and considering it was an iPhone, it wasn't difficult to do so. He'd changed the language on his own phone a time or two on accident, but technology nowadays was blessedly predictable and user-friendly.<br/>
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Luca smiled after Marcus set a time, and he could only stare. The young man was stunning, and likely he knew it, but he didn't yet have the foul attitude that came with the typical beautiful people living in the big city. The smile faded from Marcus' face. New York was going to ruin him, and that was a shame.<br/>
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Marcus was content to type away on his laptop for the next hour, letting the young waiter bring him a water but otherwise ignoring him. He was attractive enough that he usually would have garnered his interest, but Marcus was much too infatuated with Luca to look his way. When it came time that Luca should have been there, Marcus started to get more anxious, the smile turning to a frown as he contemplated the idea of Luca blowing him off. He looked at his phone. He hadn't received a call, but still, he waited. Luca eventually came bounding over to him, expressing what seemed to him a sincere apology, and Marcus couldn't seem to stay agitated when staring at the smiling youth.<br/>
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“It's okay, Luca. I'm glad you came,” Marcus spoke, sliding his computer closed to put it in it's respective case, giving the young man his full attention. He'd already looked over the menu, and he knew what he wanted. He slid it in front of Luca, tapping it.<br/>
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“Need help?” he questioned, unsure if Luca would be able to figure out the urban little menu.<br/>
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The waiter came back around, his eyes sweeping Luca in a blatant gesture that Marcus caught whereas the seemingly oblivious young man probably didn't.<br/>
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“Ahh, are we ready to order anything now? Perhaps drinks first?” he questioned, holding his little notepad close to his body.<br/>
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“Coffee. Black,” Marcus told him, the warmth not quite reaching his eyes when he watched the younger man sidle up closer to Luca, to peer at the menu with him as if he hadn't seen it a hundred times.<br/>
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“Have you been here before?” came his next questioned, and when he realized Luca wasn't fluent with their language, he slowed down a bit, but was no less discouraged than Marcus had been.<br/>
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“Ohh, where are you from then?” he went on, and Marcus was surprised at his brazenness. Maybe he just didn't think an older man would come out with someone like Luca, but he thought it seemed perfectly clear. He was watching, his expression carefully controlled, but really, he wanted to lash out at the beautiful young waiter in his crisp white shirt. Stewing momentarily, but he wanted to appear pleasant, unbothered.</span></span>