Dan walked into The One Trick Pony. He wondered if Damion had picked a restaurant with an equine name for their first meeting on purpose. Dan liked the idea that he might have.
“May I help you?” the maître d’ asked.
“Yes, I’m meeting someone. I don’t know if he’s arrived yet.”
“Name?”
“Damion Simons,” Dan replied.
“Ah, yes, Mr. Simons. Follow me please.”
The maître d’ led Dan through the maze of tables. When Dan saw Damion, he took a deep breath. The man was even more handsome in person than in his picture. When Damion saw Dan he stood up. He was a bit shorter than Dan. The only word that came into Dan’s head was burly, and Dan liked it.
Damion had a barrel chest and a bit of a paunch; both Dan found to be attractive. His limbs stretched the fabric of the arms and legs of his blue s
