Jun 2, 2013
# wealthandriches
Richard walked into the restaurant wearing a knee length trench coat that protected his Armani suit from the bad weather outside. He slid of his leather gloves before shaking Alec’s hand. “Sorry I’m late…I got caught up doing a piece from GQ” he grinned at his friend, knowing he knew the hidden sexual meaning behind his statement. “Have you ordered yet?” he asked as he picked up a menu, scanning through it quickly.
"That's the only reason you're ever late." He smirked, as he shook his hand. "No, I'm not that hungry." He replied, looking through his own menu himself. Alec tapped the edge of the menu, a habit that he was accustomed to when he was bored. "Work's been great, I'm guessing?"
