They walked to a nearby bar and sat at a table in the beer garden. A wooden frame covered the entire area and grape vines had twisted themselves around the weathered, grey wood. A late-evening autumn breeze brought with it a chill, but the beer soon slaked Brad’s thirst and warmed his blood.
“It’s nice here,” said Enzo.
“It is. Have you been here before?”
“No. You?”
“No.”
They simultaneously took a sip of beer.
“Look, I want to apologise,” said Enzo.
“No, I should apologize. I was angry with you, but it’s my own fault. I was expecting too much, too soon. You know I like you, I’ve told you, but we’ve only just met and I shouldn’t have…I just shouldn’t have expected so much.”
Enzo didn’t respond immediately. “It’s a bit too soon for me. I’ve just come out of one relationship. I dunno
