Warrick had his arms around Greg. They were slow dancing, more like swaying, to the music of Etta James. Stormy Weather. The younger man began listening to the lyrics more closely.
...life is bad, gloom and misery everywhere
Greg pulled out of Warrick’s arms. "What kind of song is this? It’s depressing. You’re not trying to tell me something are you?"
"Shut up, Greg. And get over here. Like you said, it's kinda romantic." Warrick pulled Greg back into his arms and they continued to sway to the music.
The End
fiction by juneprota