They arranged to meet Saturday morning by the bronze Windrush sculpture in Waterloo Station.
The older man arrived first. Awkward couples stood nearby, sharing greetings and strained giggles while crowds poured out of trains.
He scanned every man for that familiar, kind face. Five years had gone by. He reminded himself that the younger man probably had a boyfriend by now – someone who’d appreciate his brown eyes.
He was startled by his own name called out, then suddenly being caught in a tight embrace. When he pulled away, though, he noted that the younger man's eyes were actually dark grey.
Love the last line: a closer look at the eyes ...