Sam waited at the bus stop closest to the café while groaning. He'd been invited for coffee. By Rhys. He couldn't put the pieces together. Why would Rhys want to see him alone? He would get it if he wanted to see him with Jason. Rhys liked Jason, but as far as Sam could tell, Rhys held some kind of contempt towards him for also liking Jason. It didn't fit.
Rhys stepped out of a bus that pulled up and smiled at Sam. "Hey, you!" he called. "Sam!"
"I heard you the first time," Sam said.
"Haha, you wanna go get coffee then?" asked Rhys, placing his hand on Sam's shoulder.
"That's why we're here."
As they both walked towards the café, Sam raised an eyebrow. He felt an arm wrap around his shoulders.
"Excuse me?" he said.
"Oh, do you mind?"
"...I guess not."
They walked inside with Rhys's arm around Sam. Rhys smiled at Sam, who gave him a confused look back, and they took a seat by the window.
"Mind if I ask something?" asked Sam.
"Not at all," Rhys said, before winking. "Ask anything you'd like."
"...Why are you flirting with me?"
"That's all?" Rhys leaned over the table. "You're attractive. I'm attracted to you."
"You like Jason, though."
"I like you, too."
They sat silently for a second.
"Both of us?" asked Sam.
"Both of you," said Rhys. "You're both cute. Both hot. Both great people."
"To what extent do you like both of us?"
"The extent of wanting sex and romance."
"You're very straightforward," said Sam. "So... how would that work?"
"You're not going to call it creepy, cheatery and swear it off immediately?"
"Just tell me how it would work."
"I'm glad you asked."