"Just shut up!" Blake grunted, kicking his suitcase. "Spare me the "I know exactly how you feel" speech! You know nothing about me, nothing about what I want, what I like. You claim to understand me, but the truth is you're just a clueless sharp dresser."
He kneeled down, picking the case, then sprang back up, throwing it on the chair, next to James's desk. "Now, are you going to give me a stinking catalog, or do I have to go to the next agency to get some decent service?"

James shrugged. "Fine. It's just i know more about you than you may think." James handed him the catalouge. "There. Now just go, ok?"

Blake practically yanked the catalog out of James's hand. He then picked up his suitcase and made his way to the revolving door. He had no reason to stay there, and listen to James and his tired little speech. He could just as well look over the catalog at home, and call the travel agency, should something in there pique his interest.
He was so angry because of James, that he decided to walk all the way back home, hoping that might cam his nerves. Like hell it did! Blake just couldn't stop thinking about that man, and about everything that had happened, over the past few days.

James nodded to himself. "Right... Like him coming in, despite the fact he could see me through the window, was an accident..."

Blake went back home, cursing his bad luck. Just when he thought things between him and James were going to mend themselves, after a few weeks of not seeing or talking to him, he just had to walk into the first travel agency that came in his path, and stumble across him.

James rolled his eyes. "He's so obviously hiding something..." He thought.

Blake locked the door, feeling a bit more paranoid than usual. He hadn't told James his address, and he seriously doubted the man would actually leave work, to go chasing after him. But then again, one could never be too cautious. It's not as if he couldn't learn his address, by asking people who lived near his restaurant.
He dropped everything in the hallway, except for the catalog, then made his way to his room, threw himself in the bed, and started browsing that colorful brochure, in search of something interesting.

James sat back in his chair. He looked at the clock. "Well... I've got a long time since I need to go home... and it is my lunch hour..." He stood up. "Dahlia! I'm going out for my break!" He shouted, before opening the door and leaving.

'Hm, this looks interesting" Blake thought. A one month vacation at a small and quiet resort, near the sea. It was really cheap, and the splendid view made the offer seem even more appealing. "This is going to be my sanctuary for the next 30 days" the man decided, putting down the details on a piece of paper. He then dialed the number on his cell, waiting for someone to pick up. He really hoped James wouldn't be the one to answer the phone.

Just before James could exit, the phone at his desk run. He swore, and answered it. "Hello, Sunset Flights, Harden speaking, who may I say I have the pleasure of speaking to?" He purred into the phone, taking care to disguise his voice, in case it was Blake.