It was a dark and lonely night and the year was 1922. I was at my office; I had just got hired about a couple of months ago as an assistant at Bryan and Weir law office. The law firm wasn't that big of a building and like most all other buildings it was made out of brick. But it had a certain successful quality to it. I was a small boy but believe you me I didn't take any applesauce from nobody.

I was thinking while looking out of the front window which had Bryan and Weir law firm plastered onto it. I was running the thought through my head of what I was to do? It was a Saturday night and I was at work. I felt like I was a total loser. I mean I was a beautiful young man in my early 20s and I was sitting at work on a Saturday night. This was the time where is should have been out having fun with my friends or something.

Right in the middle of my thought my boss walked out of his office. His name was George Weir; he was a well fit man in his early thirties or late twenties. He had streaks of light brown in his hair that complimented his ever so dark brown hair. You could say he was sort of a baby grand. "Well good night Mr. Morgan, I'll be seeing you on Monday." He said with joy and delight, mainly because he was ready to get out of this god forsaken place called work. "I will be seeing you." I said with slight shyness. After I said that Mr. Weir walked out the door to be on his way home.

It had only been a few minutes since Mr. Weir had left. I was all alone and decided it had been a long enough day. So I gathered up my coat and headed out the door.

It was Monday at last it had been a very long and tiring weekend. Even if it had only been a day since Saturday. I walked so gracefully to the law firm for some odd reason I was excessively gay. I walked into the firm with a smile on my face. As soon as I walked in I was confronted by Mr. Weir. "Look at you all dolled up today." He said with a slight smile.

At that moment I didn't know what to do. I couldn't decide whether to melt in his arms or to take the compliment with pride. So I went with the more obvious route and with a blush on my face i decided to take the compliment. "Well thank you, sir all I did was get dressed for work" I said in a modest voice. This was true I didn't really do anything differently except wear a different styled necktie. I then went to sit at my desk to start the day of work. The day was going by seemingly fast.

At the end of the day I was overly worked and overly tired. All I had wanted to do was go home and go to sleep as fast as I could. But as soon as I went to get up to leave Mr. Weir confronts me with a question. "Excuse me, but can I ask you a question?" I can't believe he just asked me if he could ask me a question. Is he stupid or something? I thought. "You just did but sure you can." I said in almost a shocked voice followed by a chuckle. "Well… I was wondering if you wanted to go and get some coffee with me or something sometime? As a friend." he asked hesitantly. But the last part kind of just spilled out as if he had to clarify something to someone.

The entire time that he was talking I was staring into his luscious brown eyes. I had once said that I could stare into his eyes for all of eternity as if I hadn't a care in the world. From the moment that I first set eyes on George, I knew that I was in love. Although I hadn't known this man before in my life; I really liked him. Not to mention that we where both men. By this time I had totally forgotten that I was even tired, and wanted to do whatever it was George wanted. As I was busy staring I hear George say.

"Mr. Morgan?"He said in a curious voice. This quickly snapped me back to reality. He repeated himself "would you like to go out for some coffee?" I answered in the most dumbfounded way possible not on purpose of course. "Huh oh yes coffee tonight. I would love to go with you to get some coffee." I had a tingle run down my spine as I said the very words. And the thought that he would ask a basically stranger like me to go for coffee was exhilarating. Out of all the people in the entire world he would ask me.

As we were walking into the coffee house, I thought that the excitement was going to burst out of me like a firework on the fourth of July. Once we got in and ordered our coffees we started talking. "I'm so grateful that you asked me out tonight. I have been really busy and haven't been able to get out much." I said in an almost gloomy mood. "Well I'm glad I could help you out of the house. So why is it that you don't get out much?" "Honestly I haven't been in town for that long. And I don't really know anyone except the friends I live with." He was taken aback by this answer.

"In a big old city like new York it's hard to not know anyone. Do you like to dance?" "Yes, yes I do. I love dancing." I said with cheer spreading upon my face. But what George didn't know was that yes, I loved to dance. But how well I could do it was the question he should have asked. "Ok that's good then. How's about I take you out dancing' sometime?" "Well I'll be, that just sounds like the bees knees." I said almost jumping out of my chair.

By this time I knew good and well what Mr. Weir was doing. He was asking me out. I really liked being there and I really liked being there with George. Soon after that the waitress came with our drinks. And for about two hours we laughed and talked. When we finally got to a point in our conversations to where we could slow down. We realized that the coffee house had barely any costumers. The only other people that were in there were a handful of maybe three or four police men that had just finished their shifts.

As we noticed it was late he asked me. "Shall I call for you a ten cents box?" "I doubt there'd be one running this late." "Ok, why don't I walk you home then, we wouldn't want something bad to happen to you now would we?" he said in an almost stubborn heist. "Well now I guess we wouldn't want that to happen" lucky for the dogs my house wasn't far from the coffee house. But it was unlucky for me because I couldn't spend more time with George. Although I was sad that my night was coming to an end, I didn't let it get me down in the dumps.

The entire way to my house I clung to every word that George had said. I didn't care that I couldn't get to speak; I didn't even care if what he had to say was a bunch of nonsense, in my mind everything that he had to say was gold. We were finally at my home or rather an apartment that I shared with two of my friends.

George gave me a farewell kiss on the hand and bid me ado. I then hurried into the house and hid behind the door. I slid down the face of the door and touched the floor, my cheeks turning scarlet red. Once on the floor I held my knees to my chin and bit my bottom lip slightly and smiled. With all of my wits I could tell I was stuck on Mr. George Weir. He made me feel like a little girl who had an absurd crush on the coolest kid in school. I knew it was wrong but with all of those feelings inside of me I didn't care. I now thought about how this could affect my job.

I started to worry. I mean I had only known him for three months. Soon all of those bad thoughts went out of the window when I started to think of George and how perfect he was. Once I was done relishing the moment I decided to hit the hay. I was too tired to shower; I told myself that I would do it in the morning. When I got up to get into my bed I stumbled over the umbrella stand that was near the door. It fell to the ground with a crash, and as it did my friend awoke and instantly lit the lamp that was on her bedside table.

She got up in a fit "who…what…Where…? Great goodness Ethan you almost scared the living daylights out of me. What are you doing home so late?" Martha said. Martha was a petite woman who unlike other flappers wore her beautiful silky blonde hair beyond shoulder length. She liked to think of herself as an idealist and an independent woman. She didn't like modern styles and trends and when she didn't like something she changed it. At this moment she was in her night gown that had little lacy designs on it. She said her statement and wiped the sleep from her eyes as to say she was awake.

Boy did I look embarrassed beyond compare as I looked at my friend and picked up the umbrella holder. "I'm sorry that I woke you, I was expecting to come in and make a quick get away to bed. None of this was part of my plan believe Me." I told my friend with a smile. "Well pick up your pride and go to bed, some of us have to wake up in the morning to go to work." She said with a smirk. "Yeah and I'm one of those someone's." I said smirking back just as witty.

So I picked up the holder and put everything back in its rightful place. I then dashed off to bed where I was soon to be met with a surprise. But before I could my friend had gotten up and told me good night.