Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 2
FRIDAYNIGHT,KATEANDIaredebatingwhattodowithourevening—wewantsometimeofffromourstudies,fromourwork,andfromstudentnewspapers—whenthedoorbellrings.StandingonourdoorstepismygoodfriendJoséclutchingabottleofchampagne.
“José!Greattoseeyou!”Igivehimaquickhug.“Comein.”
JoséisthefirstpersonImetwhenIarrivedatWSU,lookingaslostandlonelyasIdid.Werecognizedakindredspiritineachotherthatday,andwe’vebeenfriendseversince.Notonlydoweshareasenseofhumor,butwealsodiscoveredthatRayandJoséSeniorwereinthesamearmyunittogether.Asaresult,ourfathershavebecomegoodfriends,too.
Joséisstudyingengineeringandisthefirstinhisfamilytomakeittocollege.He’sprettydamnbright,buthisrealpassionisphotography.Joséhasagreateyeforagoodpicture.
“Ihavenews.”Hegrins,hisdarkeyestwinkling.
“Don’ttellme—you’vemanagednottogetkickedoutforanotherweek,”Itease,andhescowlsplayfullyatme.
“ThePortlandPlaceGalleryisgoingtoexhibitmyphotosnextmonth.”
“That’samazing—congratulations!”Delightedforhim,Ihughimagain.Katebeamsathim,too.
“Waytogo,José!Ishouldputthisinthepaper.Nothinglikelast-minuteeditorialchangesonaFridayevening.”Shefeignsannoyance.
“Let’scelebrate.Iwantyoutocometotheopening.”JosélooksintentlyatmeandIflush.“Bothofyou,ofcourse,”headds,glancingnervouslyatKate.
JoséandIaregoodfriends,butIknowdeepdowninsidehe’dliketobemore.
