That conversation had helped the last pieces of Evan’s puzzling feelings to fall into place. He knew he liked Miguel, respected him as a fellow student and gay guy trying to get by in a largely conservative area. Hearing him gush about this one flower and everything he found fascinating about it made Evan happy though. He smiled every time he thought about it, especially Miguel’s description of hummingbirds coming to pollinate it.
“Oh, what’s this? A red flower? I like red things!” Miguel had said, bobbing his head around quickly like a curious hummingbird. He had stuck his tongue out to show the hummingbird lapping up nectar, complete with little slurping sound effects. “Oh s**t, this is really good. Anyone else gonna have some of this? No? Too complex to get into? That’s why I’ve got a
