At the first place Ms. Paulice had taken them, she had turned to them, beaming, and announced that it would be perfect for a young couple. Red faced and stumbling over the words, Eugene had explained that things weren't exactly as she'd assumed. She had been very embarrassed herself and apologized profusely. Eugene couldn't bring himself to look at Hiroshi just then, too afraid to see what horrible thing Hiroshi's expression might tell him. Had he been appalled? Amused, disgusted?
For the brief moment before he spoke up and explained, Eugene had liked hearing the assumption. It had felt right.
Since then, Eugene felt increasingly uncomfortable with the pricey-ness of the places being shown. Three-story townhouses, converted lofts, all in the most upscale of neighborhoods. They all felt wrong. They reminded Eugene too much of something his mother would choose.
This last place they were seeing -- another converted loft -- seemed just as pretentious and needless as all the rest. Eugene felt bad. He'd pretty much wasted everyone's time today. Well, Ms. Paulice would still be paid for her time, regardless. However, Hiroshi...
As Ms. Paulice continued on about the rosewood inlay floor, Eugene gravitated to where Hiroshi stood. He shrugged and flashed him a sheepish grin.
"I'm sorry. I guess I really wasted your day off, eh?" After avoiding it for the last couple of hours, Eugene looked up and met Hiroshi's gaze, grinning to see his lovely dark eyes. God, he just wanted to kiss him again.