"Yeah, me and everyone else." Gabe rolled his eyes and took back the flier. "I'm pretty sure they sent this out to random people in the mail who will see it and think all their problems will be solved by a free psychic reading. They'll get sucked into it and before you know it, they are dropping hundreds of dollars a month just to be told some fortune cookie advice from a gypsy." He crumpled the flier in his hand and tossed it into the waste basket next to the desk. He turned back to his laptop and began typing away, eyes not going back to Nate.

"Fine. You can be that way, then." Nate paused and reached his hand out toward Gabe's shoulder. "You know, you're just going to end up old and alone if you don't start becoming an active participant in your own love life. There's only so much us innocent bystanders can do before it's too late."

Gabe paused, his fingers hovering over the keys before turning his head to look back at Nate. “I am an active participant in my own love life; it's everyone else that's the problem. It's not like I don't go to those stupid bar things every time you feel like watching me fail miserably. I met guys, but they are either closeted or only looking for a quickie in the back room. You know that's not what I'm looking for here, Nate. I'm going to be thirty soon; I'm not going to have a series of relationships that all revolve around alleys and secrets.”

“You're only twenty-seven, Gabriel; you've got like three more years left. Who's to say being thirty is the end of the world anyway? I'm thirty already and lightning hasn't struck me down for being single. It's not like you're sitting at home with a growing collection of cats. You've got to just keep looking, without being so damn judgmental.” Nate walked over to the garbage can and pulled out the flier, flattening it out and putting it back on the desk next to Gabe's laptop. “Give it a chance. If it turns out to be lame, you didn't pay anything. I promise to keep any gypsies from stealing all of your money or putting a curse on you.”

Gabe looked from the flier to Nate and then back again. “I'll do it if you promise to come with me and not to tell any of our friends where you've forced me to go.”

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