By the time he got home, Dustin had less than thirty minutes to get ready and over to Fisher’s Bar and Grill. Jack had sent him Conner’s number, so he texted he could be a few minutes late and rushed around the house like a chicken with his head cut off.
He arrived only two minutes late and saw a platinum blond guy waving at him, a big smile on his face. Definitely cute, but so not his type. And yeah, he knew that made him sound like a shallow asshole.
The guy stood up and gave him a hug-pat. Conner couldn’t have been taller than five-four. He wore his hair in a Justin Bieber style, which really shouldn’t have surprised Dustin, considering the guy also wore a purple Bieber T-shirt. Bright green eyes gazed at him, gliding down and up his body, and something about the way they looked at ea
