Altaïr:
Finally the bell rang and Altaïr jumped out of his back seat, grabbed his bag and ran out the door towards the quad. He looked at his watch. 2:05 it read.
Come the fuck on Ezio. I don't have time for this.
He sat down on the edge of the fountain in the middle of the enormous lawn. He tapped his foot, looked from left to right, waiting for his friend to get out of class and meet him.
"Hey Altaïr."
He turned to face the voice and saw Ezio in his normal gear. Dark wash skinny jeans, neon green chucks and a worn out looking t-shirt of some obscure and most likely split up band.
"Dude, what took so long?"
"Chill the fuck out man. I know you need to see your eye candy but I'm sure he's still going to be there."
"Shut up ass. Come on let's go. I need a coffee badly. That last class nearly sent me to my grave early."
Ezio chuckled and offered his hand to Altaïr. Altaïr grabbed it and snatched his bag from the ground and headed towards their favorite local coffee shop.
Twenty minutes later they were seated. Altaïr facing the counters and registers, sipping his coffee. Ezio was saying something by Altaïr wasn't listening. He was too busy staring at the beautiful man taking orders from the long line of customers.
"Oi! Earth to Altaïr come back to me" Ezio said, waving his hand in front of Altaïr's face.
"Huh?" Altaïr answered intelligently, his eyes focusing back on his friends face.
"Spacing out?"
"Oh...yeah. Sorry about that."
"Dude, why don't you ask him out for coffee or something?"
Altaïr looked at him incredulously.
"Think about where he works. I doubt he wants to go out for coffee."
"Well then ask him out for a drink or something. Do something instead of staring at him 4 days out of the week."
Altaïr sighed, "I wish I could but look at him! He's just so perfect. He's got amazing hair, those beautiful dark brown eyes. Everything about him is amazing and perfect. Even his stubble! He hasn't shaved in a few days and it looks so manicured. Unlike other guys whose beards look all scraggly...what are you smiling about?"
Ezio was smiling devilishly at Altaïr.
"You are infatuated with this guy. Dude...I've never seen you like this."
Altaïr just looked at his friend, sighed and put his head in his hands, eyes facing the table
"I know. What the fuck am I going to do?"