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“I’ve been given a couple of tickets to see Capricorn. Would you like to come with me? We can book a table at Joe’s Trattoria for after the show. I don’t have many friends in town, and I remember you saying they were a favourite of yours.”
Mitchell blinked. Capricorn was a favourite local group, and he’d love to go. Admit it. You’d watch paint dry with Linwood. “I’d love to but…I don’t know. Can I let you know tomorrow?”
“Of course. It’s not till next weekend. I’m not scheduled to be off, but I can swing it.” He grimaced as he looked at his watch and then smiled at Mitchell. “Time for me to get back to it. Have a nice day, Mitchell.”
Glancing around as Linwood left the cafe, Mitchell saw several heads turn as his friend passed by. He’s intelligent, thoughtful, and very beautifu
