Luck of the Irish
It’s the day before St. Patrick’s Day, which falls on a Friday this year, so some people are already out celebrating and drinking. There’s green everywhere. Jamie is happy enough without a beer in his hand at the moment. Instead, he has a cold soda, and he’s having a picnic in Central Park with his roommate, Hunter.
They both have Irish relatives, instead of just claiming to, like most people do this time of year. But of the two of them, Hunter is the one who looks like he has Irish blood. He’s tall and broad, with messy red hair, blue eyes, and lots of freckles.
Some of the people walking by them have cast them curious looks, clearly wondering if they’re a couple. Others have given them hostile looks, clearly deciding they are. Thankfully, most just walk by without pa
