No matter how hard he tried to keep himself busy all day long, Blake simply couldn't get James out of his mind. He wanted him, and at the same time, he was angry because of his childish and immature behavior. Asking to sleep with him, only moments after he'd told him they weren't ready to take it to the next level.
"Eh, guess we're both confused about what we really want. I wonder if I'll ever see him again, after what happened this morning..."

James arrived at Blake's restaurant, and sat down, hoping Blake would be the one to serve him.

Blake was just entering the dining area, to clean up one of the tables, when he saw James, dressed in the exact same suit, and sitting at the exact table as he was, the first day they met. He looked so hot, and yet so sad.
Blake was pretty mad at him, but seeing the man in such a deplorable state, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
“Why the long face, my friend?” the cook inquired, smiling as he approached the table.

James waved the waiter over, and said "Blake, is everything ok?"

"Well, I was just about to ask you the same thing" Blake replied. "By the way, thanks for letting me crash at your place last night. I'm still sort of embarrassed after fainting like a sissy in your kitchen..." the cook blushed. "But anyway, what can I get you?"

James grinned. "I'll just have the pastries, nothing fancy."

"You sure?" Blake asked, while giving him a suspicious look. "You wanted just pastries the first time..."

James chuckled. "I'm sure. I just want to spend time with you, you know?"

"Well, I suppose it was sweet of you to drop by just to hang out, but didn't you have to go to work today? I mean, a man like you must be very busy all day long..."

"I just thought i'd drop by before work. Meet me at my apartment at 7." James said, before leaving.