the hunt begins

He works across the street at the pet supply and grooming shop. He runs it with his boyfriend. I see him frequently when I have coffee at my favorite cafe. He resembles a scruffier version of him, just slightly shorter and a few years older. We check each other out frequently when the supply truck comes and I happen to be around. His boyfriend is older and not a big fan of me, judging by the stern looks he gives me when he sees me looking at his boy.

Ian (as I shall call him for now) comes outside today as the supply truck pulls up to the green loading zone. As the deliveryman activates the lift gate in the back of the truck, Ian takes the chance to look at me and smile. It is a shy smile, more goofy and apologetic. It's as if he's a teenager and meeting me for the first time. The eye contact is sporadic. He's busy making sure the delivery is correct. B/f comes out to hall in the supplies. He says something to Ian. Ian runs back inside and behind the counter. He picks up the ringing phone. He looks back my way and smiles again. I wink at him and get up to leave. His eyes follow me as far as his front door will allow him.

It begins.