"Can I see you in my office for a moment, Steven?" Brendan asked, sneaking up behind Ste.
"Do you always have to sneak up on me like that?" He asked, caught off guard.
"I do apologise..." Brendan replied, dryly. "Office, now."
Ste looked unsure, but he followed Brendan into his office as he tried to figure out what he'd done wrong this time.
As Ste closed the door behind him, Brendan remain quiet; just staring at him, but not saying a word.
"Well what d'you want?" Ste asked.
"Look Steven, I've been going over things in my head and I just wanted to ask yo- well I just wondered, whether you were still… ye know.. serious about this; about us?"
"Where's all this come from Bren?" Ste askes, confused.
"Well I jus- I saw you smiling at that guy at the bar earlier and…"
"And what, Brendan? You were worried that I might jump into bed with him just because I smiled at him? You know I do have more self-respect than that." Ste snapped.
"I know.. that's not what I meant Steven, calm down will ye. I didn't bring you in here to argue."
"Well what did you bring in here for, huh? … Just let me out, I've got customers to serve." Ste said, sounding annoyed as he turned to leave.
"Wait!" Brendan said suddenly. "Listen, just come round to my place, tomorrow, 7:30 yeah? I'll get Cheryl out the way."
"What? No!"
"Not like that, Steven!" Brendan argued. "There's just… something I need to show you. Tomorrow night. 7.30 yeah?" He asked, hopefully.
"Fine…" He heard Steven say quietly, as he left the office.
Right, Brendan thought. It was time to show Steven that he wasn't made of stone afterall.
** Only a short chapter, sorry about that.