Dustin woke up an hour late the next day. His alarm had already gone off a number of times, but since he spent the entire night until the break of dawn just reading almost everything available on the internet about WDC's only son, the five alarms he set didn’t do the trick. As soon as he realized he would be late for practice, Dustin resorted to stuffing his bag with a change of clothes, then quickly brushing his teeth before running down the stairs. He found Daniel washing the dishes, and Josh wiping the table. Meanwhile, there he was. Wells. Or should Dustin refer to him by his real name? The man was standing still in the dining room, staring intently at his phone, while holding the placemats with another hand, looking so unassuming. Dustin slowed his pace as soon as he caught sigh

