A buzz from his phone had Dylan reaching into his pocket, his stomach fluttering when he saw that he had a text from August.
Hello, Dylan, Ryker and I are looking forward to our date tonight. We’ll pick you up at seven. The restaurant is smart casual dress. Best, August Schaffer.
Dylan read the message three times, the formal language making him giggle. He also really appreciated the heads up on the dress code. Now he didn’t have to worry about whether or not he should pull his suit out of the back of his closet.
He texted back a quick reply, letting August know that he was looking forward to the date as well.
When Annie returned, bearing drinks and a small flag with the number twenty printed on it, he put his phone down.
“I got you a Coke Zero,” she said, putting a can down in front of him and planting the flag on the middle of the table. “They were out of Diet.”
“That’s fine.” He gave the can a baleful look. If he couldn’t have his Diet Coke, he would have preferred water. “Send me a Venmo request for what I owe you.”
“I will.” Annie took out her phone and did just that.
“So what happened last night?” Dylan asked, curious and hoping it wasn’t as bad as her face outside the café had made it seem.
Annie made the same face again, rolling her eyes and huffing.
“He was such a douchebag.” She angrily opened her Coke Zero. “He didn’t get dressed up, he hadn’t made reservations, and when we finally got a table he wanted to know if I was coming home with him before he offered to cover the bill.”
Dylan winced. “What did you do?”
“I said it depended on how big his dick was.”
From her tone of voice, that had not had the desired effect.
“What did he say?” he asked.
Annie scrunched up her nose. “He showed me his dick-pick. I think he thought I was serious. He was all proud when he was showing it to me, too, like he thought he had it in the bag. It was so fucking obnoxious.”
“So you…?”
“I told him it was too smooth and that I needed to go home to water my plants.”
Dylan laughed. “Too smooth?”
Annie shrugged. “Dicks should be a little veiny, I think. Too smooth and they look weird.” She gave him an arch look. “Unless yours is like that, in which case smooth is perfectly fine.”
Dylan laughed, shaking his head.
“I’m not telling you what my dick looks like.”
“What about the guy you had hidden in your bathroom last night?” she teased, eyes sparkling. “Can you tell me about him?”
Ten inches, thicker than his wrist, and not smooth at all.
“I’m not telling you that either,” he said.
Annie leaned forward. “It must have been big to have you limping.”
Dylan looked around, scandalized. He leaned in and hissed, “Annie!”
He had never been the kind of person who talked about his sex life. It just didn’t feel natural, even with his best friend.
“Fine, I won’t pry.” Annie reached into her bag for her lip balm, shooting him a placating grin. “Tell me about the man attached to this mysterious penis. What’s he like?”
Dylan didn’t know the answer to that question. He shrugged, wishing he’d at least asked Ryker what he did for a living.
