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“I can’t remember the book off the top of my head, but if I find it I can send it to you for to read?” Hugo offered with a smile hoping that the other wouldn’t be too upset with him for forgetting the title of the book. He had just read so many over the years that sometimes they all blended together.
“Oh how young is your baby?” Just like every dad in the cul-de-sac it seemed, he missed it when his own son was just a babe. At least they got along better then… “I hope that Russian can forgive us at least.” He chuckled and used this moment to order himself a drink before returning his focus to his new friend.
“Basil, what a lovely name. I am Hugo welcome to the neighborhood. I promise that all of us here can help you if you ever need anything so please do not be afraid to ask.” When his drink came he thanked the bartender and took a sip. “I can get a meeting with the principal, no problem. Is there a day that works for you the best?”
“Oh, I understand completely. Do you have a Goodreads account? I’m so forgetful, it’s excellent to keep track of your books.” Basil internally scolded himself. Asking for another man’s Goodreads account? They hadn’t even gone on a date! He held back a laugh, thinking of how scandalous he was acting. All for a handsome stranger at the bar.
Basil perked up at the question, reaching into his pocket to fish out his phone. “She’s 9 months! 10, soon. Here’s us, just a few days ago. She’s growing like crazy,” Basil leaned forward to show off a selfie of him and Coriander, laying on the messy floor of his living room surrounded by toys.
Smiling, he picked up his drink and sipped at it again. “Thank you, it’s been nice here. Everyone is so friendly. I’m glad I could steal a bit of your attention, Hugo.” Sliding his phone under some papers, Basil tapped his chin. “Well, any day works for me, really. I work from home. Sometimes the bar. Honestly, wherever I can find a moment of peace. I’m so available it’s sad,” he paused, “I mean, time wise. Not, uh, other available. Not that I’m not that one too, I mean- but that’s not what I meant. Oh my god.”
Taking a breath, Basil slid his rum a few inches away from himself. “I swear I’m not drunk. Just a mess, as a constant thing.”

















