WHO: Rafael & @javierdelgado
WHERE: Rafael's home
WHEN: December, 2023
Most of the time when Rafael saw Javier, it was at Tumbleweed, or around town. They had struck up a nice little friendship, swapping business stories, talking about the weather or how busy things could be in a small town, and he enjoyed spending time with the other man. Maybe a part of that was because in a sea of faces under the age of thirty, it was always nice to run into someone who remembered what a VCR looked like. So after their last chat at the bar, he had invited him to come over for dinner sometime, put the game on, just catch up in a less hectic situation. Rafael's mother was always reminding him to make friends, after all, get to know people, be social. He was just taking a dish of lasagna out of the oven, placing it on his bar, when he heard the door buzz, stepping to the panel on the wall to unlock it and push the intercom. "It's open, come on up."












