Emil was on the phone with his boyfriend, who was currently on a business trip in England. "Okay. Yeah, alright. Me too. I love you too. Bye." There was a beep and the call ended.
"So, like, is he hot?"
"What?"
"Your boyfriend. Is he hot?" Leon had never met Lukas before and still wasn't sure if this 'Lukas' was good enough for his best friend.
"That's not what's important," Emil reprimanded and muttered, "but, yeah he's pretty hot."
"What's he like?"
"He's perfect."
Leon rolled his eyes. "Could you be a bit more specific?"
"Fine. He's kind of cold to other people, but he can be really sweet. And he can be pretty sarcastic. He has a thing for coffee and butter, and he has this cross pin thing he always wears in his hair. He has super soft hair; it's like a golden blond. And he has a really cute Norwegian accent, it's actually kind of sexy." Emil kept talking about Lukas until he ran out of things to say.
"You didn't have to be that specific."
