"I think we're doing great. By the 12th week you should be a certified bi and I can move out in peace." It's only the third week but I have faith in him. He's a fast learner and he's willing to do everything he can to achieve the result we anticipate.

"You're gonna move out?" The pie that's supposed to be in his mouth is now back to his plate as he frowns.

"Stay," his hand creeps to mine, a gesture to emphasise his words, "at least until the end of your internship."

I shake my head but smile anyway, "Thank you but that won't be appropriate." Staying here from...