The two bade goodbye and watched him saunter over to Martin, who was, by now, departing the toilets and walking towards the bar.
“There really isn’t anything between us. I don’t know how many ways I have to convince people!”
Richard carefully considered his answer.
“Well, I’m used to rumours. If you’re forty and single… people just assume things.”
“Well, I for one don’t intend to be running around, shagging every woman I see, just to prove that I’m a heterosexual. I just think it’s a bit… undignified.”
Richard started to giggle.