@javed-kashif
Bijan wasn't too secretive about those whom he flirted with, he was perhaps far too bold about it all, picking out men he thought were attractive and coming on strong. He would get invested, all his interest would be on that one person. Sadly, he also didn't really recall who he'd show interest to before in a negative light. When it didn't go fast enough for him, or when he lost interest, he would quickly stop. But later he would attempt it again, not always, but often enough.
He smiled as Javed walked into the staff area, appreciating the other's beauty once again. As if it hadn't been appreciated before, perhaps he'd forgotten, perhaps he thought he could just as easily roll into it. Bijan's brain didn't work the same way most brains did, he got confused and distracted and then obsessed. Though he'd never call it an obsession.
"Hi," he said, joining Javed at the coffee maker, getting a mug for himself. "We haven't spoken in a while," he added, he was smiling the way he would smile at men he wanted to get with.











