She stared back, but he knew she wasn’t looking at him, but his thin layer of pale foundation and the thick layer of lipstick. “This way.” she said, leading him from the reception area to the large vestibule. She stops and turns and gestures to either side of the foyer entrance. “This as Andrew and this is Martin,” she says. Luke gulps at the sight of two guys dressed in the same short tunics and suede heeled loafers, and wearing the same vivid lipstick as he is. “Martin has kindly stood in for you.” the concierge told Luke. Their name badges clearly state their name. He offered an apologetic frown to Martin but otherwise remained silent.
Who’d be a Boy? Scene 22
