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Another Monday morning. Anton normally had Mondays off, being the manager meant he had some clout over the schedule and he had come to an agreement with his assistant manager, Clifton, that he could have Saturdays off if Clif covered Mondays.
But today Clifton had booked the day off, something about a music festival he just had to go to. He had taken Dion and both Nathans with him so Anton didn't even have a volunteer to talk to.
The shop was quiet so Anton took his time sorting through the box of various merchandise that had arrived in time for the new season.
He was so engrossed with checking that everything had arrived in the shipment that he didn't notice a customer had come in.
"Excuse me?" Said a voice.
Anton looked around. There in front of him was a man. A quite frankly beautiful man. Possibly the most beautiful man Anton had ever seen. He was tall, clad in a pair of distressed but incredibly designer looking black skinny jeans, a blazer that Anton was sure must have cost more than his monthly wages, artfully shoved up at the elbow highlighting his slender brown forearms. The look was finished with a vintage looking Prince t-shirt that shouldn't have worked but just did.
"Yeah sorry, can I help you?" Anton said apologetically, moving the box.
The man blinked at him, long eyelashes on the biggest brown eyes Anton thought he had ever seen.
"I was just wondering if I could have a better look at the jacket in the window? Or is it display only?"
He had an accent, it sounded European but Anton couldn't place exactly where.
"Sure, I will get it off for you. Take it off." Anton said awkwardly, knowing he was probably bright red with embarrassment.
The man bit his lip in what Anton hoped was amusement and raised an eyebrow.
"Thank you."
Anton went to the window, removing the long blue coat from the mannequin. It was from the vintage section and Anton wasn't sure who had put it in the window, it was definitely a niche garment and it was only still there because he hadn't changed it out yet. Now he was very glad he hadn't.
The man took off his blazer, and passed it to Anton who had inexplicably put his hand out in an offer to hold it for him. Anton wasn't rude to customers, sure, but he was rarely this helpful. "It's just because it's a slow day" he told himself
He couldn't blame a slow day for being taken in by the expensive smelling, floral cologne that was invading his senses even more since he took possession of the blazer.
Anton had the brief impulse to bury his nose in the blazer but was shocked from his thoughts by the man's voice.
"Well… what do you think?"
"Very nice!" Anton said, not really paying attention to the coat at all.
He was just about to try and strike up a conversation with the beautiful stranger to try and find out more about him when two faces popped around the door.
Anton suspected they were friends with the beautiful man straight away. They were also rocking their own unique styles, the shorter one in ridiculously tight leather trousers and a battered looking sheepskin jacket, the taller one in simple black trousers but paired with a black faux fur coat and a top hat.
"Hurry up Viago!" The taller one said, impatiently.
"Ich rede gerade mit diesem hübschen Mann hier, ihr seht also, ich bin beschäftigt, und nun geht wieder!" The man… (Viago was it?) hissed at them.
Anton recognised that he was speaking German, although he wasn't sure exactly what he was saying.
"There are many more shops to visit!" The smaller one whined. "don't tell me you found something in this dog shop?"
Anton bristled at the way the man said "dog shop" but bit his tongue.
Viago sighed dramatically.
"Go and look at them then and I will catch you up when I am done here."
His "friends" glowered at him but moved along.
Viago took off the jacket, folding it neatly before retrieving the blazer from Anton and shrugging it back on. They walked over to the till
"Do you work here often?" The man asked
Anton chuckled. "Too often. I'm the manager."
"Well I will be sure to be back. Especially after my interesting find today." He looked at Anton, smiling.
"Yes well it is a lovely coat" Anton replied, putting it in a carrier bag
There appeared to be a flicker of confusion on Viago's face but within a second it was gone so Anton assumed he had imagined it.
He passed the bag over and Viago took it from him, their fingers brushing as he did.
They stood just staring at each other for a minute and Anton desperately wanted to think of something to ask him, in order to get Viago to stay.
But then classical music started playing from his pocket and Viago rolled his eyes. "That will be Vladislav" he said, sounding irritated. "I must be going…" he glanced at the receipt. "Anton?"
"Anton." Anton confirmed.
"Well, I will see you around..Anton."
Viago walked to the door, turned around and waved, before heading off in the direction his friends had gone earlier.
Anton sat down and took a swig of his rapidly cooling coffee.
What a start to the week!
Over the next week, Anton made as many trips down from the office onto the shop floor as he could, in the hope of seeing Viago again, even spending the entirety of Saturday downstairs leaving Nathan G and Dion be the ones to man the phone and sort and price the shoes.
They got a lot of customers on Saturdays and Anton wondered if Viago might be one of them. But Five o'clock rolled around and there was no sign of him.
Anton tried to enjoy the rest of his weekend but he felt inexplicably disappointed.
When he walked into work Tuesday morning, Clifton was already there
"There was someone in here asking for you yesterday."
Anton felt his heart thud in his chest. Surely not? People often asked for him.
Trying to keep his voice nonchalant he said "oh, really?"
"Yeah it was some foreign guy. Foreign name. Viggo? Virgo? Viagra?
"Viago."
Clifton shrugged. "Something like that. Was wearing that jacket I put in the window the other week. The long blue one with the velvet collar and cuffs." There was a hint of disdain in his voice.
"Yeah, I sold it to him." Anton replied, a slight bite in his tone that indicated he wasn't about to join in with one of Clifton's scathing customer commentaries.
Clifton looked like he had a bitchy reply ready but then thought better of it and took a long drink of his coffee.
"Did he say what he wanted?" Anton prompted. Clifton was the closest thing Anton had to a best friend but he was hard work at times.
"He just asked if you were about. I said no, and he said he would try again next week."
It wasn't nearly enough information for Anton but Clifton was already clearly bored of the conversation and was tapping away at his phone.
"Okay, well I better come in next Monday. In case it's important." Anton said.
"Does that mean I can have next Monday off?" Clifton asked quickly.
"Sure." Anton said. He was secretly pleased that Clif had offered, hoping that his excitement for a day off meant he wouldn't query too much about Viago. And it also meant he wouldn't be there if Viago was to turn up next Monday. Having Clifton there listening in was a sure fire way to end up getting teased relentlessly.
"Excuse me, do you have any picture frames?" A customer asked.
Clifton glanced over at the bric a brac section.
"Can you see any picture frames over there?" He said
The customer shook his head.
"Then no."
"Try and be better with the customers." Anton sighed as he left the shop floor and made his way upstairs.
The next week dragged, even his weekend seemed to go slower than usual and when Monday morning came, Anton had never been so excited to see one.
He opened as usual at 9am and waited. After tidying the shop, counting the till contents, rearranging the new goods and sending an order through Anton checked the clock. 9.45
Anton sat down sulkily. The day was dragging. He wasn't sure why this guy he had met once had got under his skin so badly.
"He's just coming to look at clothes." He thought to himself angrily. "Just another customer, calm down!"
And Anton did calm down. For half an hour.
Then Viago walked into the shop at 10.15 and Anton's stomach did a flip and he felt his cheeks get hot. So much for being cool.
Viago's face lit up at the sight of him. "Anton! Hallo! I missed you last week."
Anton knew he must be crimson by now but he couldn't help but smile back in response to Viago's pure enthusiasm.
"Yeah, I don't normally work Mondays." Anton said
Viago frowned. "I will have to change the day I come down here to the library then."
Anton made a small noise that was half way between a splutter and cough.
"Big reader then?" He asked, trying to ask casual.
"He visits the library weekly of course he is!" Anton's internal monologue said sarcastically
"I'm a mature student." Viago replied. "I'm doing a fashion degree."
"That explains a lot." Anton said, wanting to bite his tongue halfway through the sentence.
Viago however looked flattered, a small smile playing on his lips.
"That is very kind of you to say. Most people find my style a tad…eclectic."
Anton had to agree with them. Viago's current ensemble was cream trousers and a ruffled shirt, combined with a denim jacket which had flowers embroidered on it. Yet he made it work.
"You make it work." Anton said. Shit, he hadn't meant to say that outloud.
Viago however just smiled wider, a slight blush on his cheeks.
Anton watched as Viago got to work, scrutinising garments and before long he had a small selection.
"They don't make clothes like they used to." He sighed, running his fingers over a faux fur cream jacket with irregular black blotches. It reminded Anton vaguely of cows.
Viago chatted animatedly, teaching Anton more about fashion than he had learned in 10 years working in retail. They were still talking at 12 when Dion came in.
"I was thinking, you must get things in that I miss only being this way one day a week." Viago mused. "Here is my number," he said, passing Anton a piece of paper. "So you can contact me if you think you have anything I might be interested in."
"I can do that." Anton replied brightly.
"Good. I look forward to hearing from you." Viago grinned
"Who was THAT!" Dion said, when Viago had left.
"Oh that's Viago." Anton said absent mindedly, putting the number in his pocket.
"That's the guy Clif was on about?" Dion pulled an impressed face. "He was right, he's SUPER into you!"
"What? No." Anton dismissed. "He's a really good customer and he has an eye for vintage."
"He's got an eye for something." Dion mumbled.
"Right, upstairs you, those clothes won't hang themselves up. And don't go gossiping!" He called to Dion's back. It was no use though he knew that as soon as he was out of sight he would be gossiping to Clifton and the rest of them in the secret WhatsApp group they thought he didn't know about.
It was Friday night at 4.55 and Anton headed downstairs to get ready for closing time, when he saw Viago coming through the door.
"We are just closing." Dion said, sounding bored.
"It's okay D, I don't mind staying a bit later." Anton said hurriedly as Viago turned to leave. "Come in Viago."
Viago smiled at him and came into the shop.
He turned to his colleague. "You can go early if you want, I can manage here."
Dion grinned. "Thanks Boss."
Anton started ringing up the till while Viago went around busily looking at the clothes. His job done, Anton watched as Viago scanned the racks thoughtfully, pulling out garments and looking them over critically before putting them back, although there were a few that he draped over his arm.
Viago came over to where Anton was sitting and handed him the items he had picked out.
"These aren't your usual style.
"No, they are for you."
"What is wrong with what I wear?" Anton said, sounding hurt.
"Nothing!" Viago gasped. "I just think it is an utter crime to hide THAT ass and THOSE legs in dad jeans.”
Anton felt his brain short circuiting. Had Viago just complimented his bum? Viago had been looking at his bum long enough to have an opinion on it?
"How do you even know my size?" He choked out, flustered.
"I have a good eye. Go on..try them on.. for me?" Viago purred, pulling a mock pout. Anton found himself powerless to resist.
He found himself walking towards the changing room, if only to give himself a chance for his face to stop burning. Pulling off his work trousers he took the skinny jeans first and started to put them on.
Getting them over his bum was a struggle and they were certainly more snug in the crotch than he was used to but he had to admit that once they were on and done up they fit like a proverbial glove. He admired himself in the mirror.
There was a choice of t-shirts, one black with a white lightning bolt and the other blue with a motif of a giant squid pulling down a ship. He shrugged on the black t shirt and made his way out of the changing room.
"Oh very nice!" Viago said appraisingly. "It needs something else though. He looked Anton up and down critically and then made a beeline for the jackets.
"Okay this should do it." He said, handing a leather biker jacket over which Anton put on.
"Wundebar!" Viago proclaimed, clapping his hands. "All ready for a night out?" It was a statement but something in Viago's inflection made it sound vaguely like a question.
Anton laughed. "Chance would be a fine l, I'm working tomorrow. Do you have any plans?"
Viago bit his lip. "No. I had hoped to have but… no."
"Ahh that's a shame." Anton said sympathetically. Viago seemed to give him a strange look but then when Anton looked again it Viago's expression was neutral. He must have imagined it.
Anton got up early Sunday morning in order to visit the per kilogram vintage market. His friend Declan worked there and did him good deals, knowing it benefited the charity.
"Morning Anton!" Declan said cheerfully. "Sold the last lot already?"
Anton nodded. "Most of it Dec. The students love the quirky stuff. Speaking of quirky, do you have any more of the really old vintage?"
"Is this for your new fella?" Declan grinned.
Anton sighed. Obviously the gossip had gone ahead despite his request. "He's not my new fella. He's just a guy that visits the shop."
Declan looked at him but didn't say anything. He didn't have to though. Anton was going to kill Clifton.
This thought must have followed through into his face as Declan hastily said "We do have a few old things actually."
Anton followed Declan into the backroom, full of various kinds of clothes in every colour imaginable.
"What about this Mr Darcy coat?" Declan asked, pulling a long black coat from the rack.
Anton's eyes lit up. "That is perfect! How much do you want for it?"
Declan shrugged. "Just stick it in the bag with the rest of it. It's a decent piece, I'd rather it go to someone who will love it then end up as fancy dress. Plus if it helps you with your man…."
"He's not my man." Anton said, but he was grinning. He was sure Viago was going to love it.
Declan gave a smirk that said "sure" but Anton wasn't paying attention. He was too busy planning on how to present the tailcoat to Viago.
He text Viago, telling him to stop by the shop the at closing time on Tuesday.
Viago was there, ready and waiting excitedly at 4.55. The last customer left at 5.15 after waltzing in a 4.50 and heading for the changing room at three minutes to five. Anton had nearly broken his own No swearing on the shop floor rule. But finally Anton was able to shut and lock the door and it was just him and Viago.
"Come upstairs, I've got something to show you." Anton said
"I thought it was staff only?" Viago frowned.
Anton grinned. "What is the point of being the manager if I can't break my own rules?"
They made their way up the stairs into the storeroom.
"Okay shut your eyes." Anton said
He got the bag containing Viago's surprise and unzipped it.
"Ta da! You can open your eyes now." He said, holding the coat aloft.
Viago opened them and they grew wide.
"A regency tailcoat!" He gasped "wherever did you get it?"
"I know people" Anton grinned "Do you like it?
"Anton..it's beautiful." He said, running his hands over the coat in wonder.
"I saw it and thought of you." Anton replied
A shocked look flickered into Viago's eyes for a second but then he smiled.
"Well, try it on!" Anton encouraged.
"I can't believe you found me a regency tailcoat" Viago almost squeaked, as he pulled the coat on. He did the buttons up and twirled with excitement. "It fits perfectly!"
"The collar is a bit wonky…" Anton said, moving closer to straighten it absentmindedly. He found himself with his hands behind Viago's neck as he smoothed the collar. And with Viago's eyes staring into his.
He had noticed Viago's eyes before, they were large and brown and incredibly pretty. But he had never been this close to them. Brown suddenly felt like such a pedestrian word for them, Anton thought, one word would never be enough to describe the sheer wonder of them. He felt like he was drowning in the other man's gaze but he didn't mind in the slightest.
He was interrupted from his thoughts on Viago's eyelashes when he felt Viago's hands on his cheeks and then Viago's lips press against his own. Anton's last thought before he kissed Viago back was that he really owed Declan a pint.
The next day Anton had a spring in his step. He was there at work bright and early, he even did a run to the coffee shop ready for Clifton's arrival.
Clifton gave him a funny look for being so chipper, but Anton didn't care. He made his way up to the office to get started on the day's post. A letter from the head office was at the top of the pile. He opened it and groaned. Not this again
Every so often they had a mascot day. Someone would stand outside shaking a bucket. Wearing the charity's dog mascot costume. Anton filed the letter in his top drawer and headed downstairs.
"So Clifton…." Anton began, nonchalantly
"No fucking way." Clifton replied
"What have I said about swearing on the shop floor?" Anton hissed.
"There is no one else in here!" Clifton argued.
"Still! No swearing!" Anton said. "And I haven't even asked you anything yet."
"You don't have to. You've had the mascot letter again haven't you?" Clifton replied.
"Please Clifton. It's your turn." Anton pleaded
"I can't, I have an allergy to faux fur."
"Your jacket has a faux fur collar." Anton sighed.
"That's different."
"Would it still be different if I offered you fifty quid?" Anton asked.
Clifton paused to consider this. "It might be different if you offered me 300?"
Anton snorted. "No chance."
"Then I guess you are dressing up as a dog."
Anton started to spiral at midday.
There was absolutely no way that Viago could see him in that costume.
By closing time he couldn't see what beautiful, fashionable Viago could possibly see in him. He must have misinterpreted the kiss. He scoured his memory to try and work out where he went wrong.
By bedtime he had convinced himself that it was all a rather cruel joke or a dare. He slept but not well, having a nightmare about bumping into Viago and his friends in the street but instead of friendliness, Viago met him with disdain and disgust, while his friends threw insults at him.
At 4am he sent Clifton a text saying he wasn't coming in until lunchtime and then laid awake, thinking, until exhaustion pulled him back under.
It was a little after 1pm when Anton walked into the shop. Both Nathans were behind the till, chatting and not paying attention to the shifty looking tattooed bloke who was eyeing up the vinyl section. Anton gave a cough and shifty looked around and gave him a friendly nod.
Anton returned it but stayed near on the shop floor, using the excuse of tidying. Well it wasn't much of an excuse really, the Nathans often got too busy talking to each other to do any actual work and there were several items that needed to be picked up and returned to their hangers.
By the time he had finished tidying, the guy had gone to the counter with a large stack of records. Anton felt guilty for suspecting him, that sale would be a nice boost for sales.
Not-actually shifty left, giving the Nathans a leaflet and a wave. Anton saw him talking to the red faced man eating chips outside that he had seen when he came in, before they both walked off.
"His parties are legendary." Nathan G said excitedly "I can't believe we got an invite."
Anton walked over to the till, to see how the morning had gone but he was thrown off his thoughts briefly by a large sack of apples.
"Guys? Where did these come from?" He asked.
"Oh someone came in and asked if we wanted to buy some apples." Nathan M said.
"Someone asked if we wanted to buy apples? A shop that doesn't sell food? A charity shop that doesn't buy things from the public? Please tell me you didn't use money out of the till for this."
"We thought it would be good to have some apples." Nathan G shrugged.
"Yeah apples are a good snack." Nathan M said.
Anton rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was grateful for his volunteers but he was going to have to stop putting the Nathans together on the rota.
Still this wasn't the worst Nathan incident. It didn't match the time when not only had a grandfather clock been stolen from the shop on their watch, they had helped the thief move it.
Anton headed up to the office to find Clifton lounging in his chair, looking at his phone. He couldn't see what Clifton was looking at, but with the way he kept swiping right on his screen he had a pretty good idea.
Clifton went downstairs to take over on the till and Anton began the task of trying to work out how to frame "volunteers buying a sack of apples" for his petty cash records.
He spent the afternoon trying to do paperwork and trying not to think about Viago. He failed both tasks.
Anton was just about to go downstairs and offer to let Clifton go a bit early in the hope that being on the till would distract him better than sitting in the office, when he heard the door open and footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Hallo?"
It was Viago.
Anton felt his stomach drop. He still couldn't shake the haughty, disdainful look that nightmare Viago had given him. He felt sick. It must of shown on his face as Viago looked unsure suddenly
"I came to see you and the guy said it would be okay if I came up?" Viago said, hesitantly
"Yeah.. yeah it's fine." Anton said. He rubbed his eyes but the image of Viago sneering at him lingered.
"Are you okay Anton?" Real life Viago asked, softly
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Anton lied.
Viago didn't look completely sure, but smiled at him anyway.
"Good. So it is nearly 5pm and I was just getting peckish and thought there is a lovely cafe near Anton's work. I wonder if he would like to join me for a bite to eat. So here I am."
Anton thought that sounded lovely. He desperately wanted to go, to spend more time in Viago's company. But the insidious voice crept in.
Why would he be interested in you? Seen in public with YOU?
"I…I can't. I'm sorry." He said
Viago looked incredibly disappointed. "Oh…okay. Another time maybe?"
A lead weight filled Anton's stomach.
"No. I don't think that is a good idea. Sorry."
Viago's eyes widened, large, liquid. Hurt.
"Oh… can I ask why? I thought…"
"I …you're so cool.. too cool to want to be seen out with me." Anton choked out.
Viago looked wounded and Anton groaned internally
"I've had a few knockbacks in my time but never been told I'm too cool for someone." Viago said.
"I just wanted you to know the problem isn't you…." Anton began
"Not me, it's you?" Viago replied deadpan. "The problem is indeed you Anton. You are inventing problems that don't exist. I don't know why..." He sighed. "I'm going to go now."
Anton watched as Viago walked dejectedly from his office and out of the door. He'd fucked up. Majorly. He sighed and put his head in his hands.
Viago knew there were tears on his cheeks as he made to leave the shop.
"Hey… are you okay?"
He turned around to see.. Clifton was it? Looking at him. Viago groaned internally, he really didn't want to deal with one of Anton's friends. He wanted to go home and cry some more while eating a tub of ice-cream.
"I'm fine." Viago replied, unconvincingly.
He could see Clifton studying him.
"Okay. Well if you weren't fine I'd say to meet me in the coffee shop 3 doors down after my shift ends in ten minutes. If you want to discuss the issue…"
"You heard us?"
Clifton nodded. "Mines a caramel macchiato."
Viago gave him a single nod to show he understood, and made his way out of the door.
Fifteen minutes later Viago was sitting across from Clifton in the local chain coffee shop, sipping his tea.
"So I probably shouldn't tell you this but Anton's ex was a huge jerk." Clifton began, taking a large glug of his drink.
Viago listened, patiently and Clifton continued.
"He acted like he was better than Anton. He had this fancy corporate job and couldn't understand why Anton wanted to work for a non-profit. They argued about it all the time. He made Anton feel like utter shit"
"And he thinks I'm going to be the same?" Viago filled in the blanks.
Clifton nodded. "Probably. Anton doesn't have a lot of self esteem. Well,any really"
Any anger Viago had been feeling was rapidly fading. He felt hurt that Anton thought he was so shallow but he was understanding why. It was all making sense, why Anton had seemed so oblivious about his flirting attempts and why just before he had kissed him Anton had looked like a rabbit in the headlights.
Handsome, precious Anton
"How can we fix this?" He asked.
Clifton looked surprised. "I know he's my best friend but you've not done anything wrong."
"I know. But I feel I need a boombox outside his window moment."
"Huh?"
"Not a classic movie fan then?" Viago sighed. "I need to make a grand gesture. To show him I'm not some douchebag like his ex." Like he seems to think I am
"Actually…I think I may have just the thing. Wait here." Clifton said
He returned 10 minutes later with a box. "Here."
Viago looked in the box and raised his eyebrows. It was certainly a gesture.
"When?"
Anton hadn't slept well. He had been awake most of the night thinking about his…thing with Viago. He wasn't sure he could call it a break up, they hadn't really been together, had they?
He had wanted to drown his sorrows with Clifton after work but Clif had claimed a prior engagement and split as soon as his shift ended.
And so Anton spent the 14 hours alone, deep within his thoughts.
He got into work, insomnia special from coffee shop in hand. He had tried to call in sick with Clifton but again Clifton had let him down with some flimsy excuse for the morning but said he would try and get in later.
He got some respite midmorning when Dion came in and he was able to nap at his desk for an hour.
Anton stretched, he still felt exhausted but slightly more human. "Another coffee should do it." He thought
"Hey D, you want something from the coffee shop?" He asked, just as Dion said "Anton, who is that?"
Anton looked out of the front window. There was someone out front, rattling a bucket. In the…dog costume.
"Dion, am I hallucinating or is there someone in the dog costume outside?"
"If you are hallucinating I can see them too." Dion replied. "I text the guys to find out how much you paid them to do it but they all say it's not them."
"Then who the hell…"
Coffee shop order forgotten Anton headed outside to find out what was going on.
"Hey, excuse me…" Anton began sternly, only to have the wind completely knocked out of his lungs.
Viago
Viago was standing there, somehow managing to make the awful mascot suit look good. He had even painted his face to look more dog like.
"Anton." Viago sounded pleased to see him, yet hesitant.
"Mate, what are you doing?" Anton's voice was perplexed
"It's a boombox moment." Viago said. "You said I was too…..ooof"
He was cut off by Anton grabbing his face and kissing him
"I've been an idiot."
"You have." Viago agreed. "But a little bird said why."
Clifton! Anton didn't know whether to punch him or give him a raise.
"Can you forgive me?"
Viago looked at him. "Do you know why I enjoy charity shops so much?"
Anton shook his head
"You never know what you will find. Yes, majority of the things are lovely but very rarely you will find something that is one of a kind, that someone else has inexplicably discarded. And you think how could they not appreciate this? But then you don't mind so much because it means it can be yours."
"Like your regency tailcoat?"
Viago sighed. "I'm not talking about the coat Anton."
"But.." oh "Is this a metaphor?"
Viago giggled. "Ja."
Anton felt a warmth spreading through his chest. Time to be brave.
"Are you free later? I've got a new outfit that I want to take out for a spin."
"I'm not sure." Viago mock pouted "I would have to check my schedule…."
Anton leaned in and kissed him again
"Yep it turns out I'm free." Viago purred, resting his forehead against Anton's.
Anton grinned at him. "Good. Meet me back here at closing time?"
"You have black face paint on your nose, I hope you are going to clean it off before we go out." Viago said teasingly.
"Later." Anton replied "There is no point at the moment, I'm not done with kissing you yet."
And he kissed him again.