Hans Larsson

"Did you just insinuate that I'm unattractive?" Rekker could more easily believe Bjorn found him unattractive than the fact the Swede might. The Brit's internal dialogue was always demeaning even when the people talking to him had not said anything of the sort.

"No one makes me feel less of a man." Rekker glanced up at the Swede. "Definitely not a girly diva like you."

Rekker wasn't expecting the singer to grab his arm but that gasp didn't go unnoticed. He's not sure what to make of it or the obviously admiring look. Rekker's self esteem sometimes tanked when he was around someone he's interested in. This was no different even if he remained cocky.

The T-Tops were out and all the windows down. He liked the car a lot and unlike others didn't have multiple cars, just this one. "86 Firebird."

He gets in and puts on his seatbelt. While waiting for the Swede to come around Rekker loosely braids his hair to stop the wind from making a mess of it.