Mark didn't seem to notice the sudden change in Roger over the next couple of weeks. He was too busy going out with Christian all the time. Christian seemed to have a real liking for foreign films, art films and writing scripts. That morning, he got ready to go to the park to film.

"All by yourself?" asked Roger, knowing and dreading what his answer was going to be.

"Well no, Christian's gonna be meeting me there," said Mark hesitantly as he wrapped his scarf around his neck. "He's gonna show me some new filming techniques."

I'm sure he's teaching him more than that, thought Roger bitterly. But he didn't say a word. He watched helplessly as Mark kissed him goodbye and scooted out the door with his camera in hand. Once the loft door shut, Roger picked up the phone and dialled.

"Hello?" said the tired voice on the other end.

"Hey Collins," greeted Roger over the phone. "Doing anything today?" I may as well hang out without someone who wants me there, he thought to himself.

"Why are you so worried, Roger? You know Mark's not like that," said Collins as he sipped at his cold coffee.

"Yeah I know but…..I just can't shake this uneasy feeling that I'm getting. Like something bad is gonna happen."

Collins looked at his best friend. "Look, you have nothing to worry about, Rog. Mark loves you a lot. It's not in him to wander."

Roger sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm sure he likes talking to someone who actually knows about films."

"Yeah. Do you still remember what neo-realism is?" asked Collins.

"Actually no, I've forgotten everything Mark said," answered Roger and the two of them shared a good natured chuckle. Perhaps I should just be happy that he has a friend, he reasoned.

After two hours spent at Collins' house, Roger decided to drop by at the Life Café to try and salvage some food for the two of them.

"Try not to get something that you can't identify!" yelled the professor as Roger made his way out.

"I won't!" laughed Roger as he waved to his friend. "Seeya!"

Meanwhile, Mark and Christian were at the Life Café, sipping hot tea after a whole morning of filming.

"So, how'd you like the bird's eye view?" asked Christian, drumming his hands on the table.

Mark smiled. "Oh, it was so amazing! It's like seeing a whole city in one frame," he said as he sipped his tea. "It's definitely a sight for sore eyes."

"I know an even better sight for sore eyes," murmured Christian as he held his gaze with Mark's. The filmmaker couldn't seem to break away from Christian's hypnotic gaze, yet somehow he didn't even want to.

"And what's that?" asked Mark, a small smile playing on his lips.

Christian moved closer and matched his smile. "Take a guess, Marky-boy."

Mark continued to gaze at him. Even though that nickname was used by Roger and Roger only, he continued to grin. I must be outta my mind, thought the Jew. But he's so smart, so film savvy. And so cute too. His cheeks blushed into a furious pink as Christian moved across the table and pressed his lips against Mark's. Mark froze for a split-second, then slowly relaxed and gave in to the feeling. He could practically hear the two sides of his brain brawling with each other, but all he could think about was Christian.

But unfortunately, that was the exact moment that Roger chose to walk into the Life. His heart shattered into a million pieces when he saw his lover and this stranger locking lips in front of him. Christian was the first to notice him, and broke the kiss immediately. Mark turned to follow his gaze, and was shocked to see his boyfriend there. He chewed his trembling lip and spoke:

"Roger, look I'm-"

Roger glared at the two of them, and turned and fled out the door in a heartbeat. Mark ran out onto the road, calling "ROGER! WAIT!" but got no answer as he watched his lover run down the street. He dropped to his knees on the snow and sobbed quietly.

"What have I done?" he whispered to himself.

DA DA DA DUM! DA DA DA DUM! What happens now?