simple romance
âReally?â he asks. âI canât imagine anyone would find these even remotely sexy.â Neil holds an edge of the boxers with the tip of his index finger and shakes them around.
The man, Andrew, snatches the pair away from him, neatly folding them and setting them back on the shelf. âWell, there are other options,â he says. He points to the pair at the end, where a picture of nude, probably Greek men are pictured on the cloth. The placement of their anatomy is unfortunate, honestly, and Neil lets out an unwilling laugh.
âOh, those are just so much worse.â
â andrew works at a museum, the location of a number of neilâs disastrous dates (5, to be exact)















