7 - Dating Scene
When you were a small guy on the dating scene, you had few choices: you either compensated a short stature with a rascal attitude, acting tougher than nails, spouting swear words like candies.
Or you slinked around the popular handsome hunks, hoping for an opening line that would seem unthreatening.
Rob touched his sweaty hair. The gash would be difficult to explain to his sister, but the metal shelving unit in the closet could act as a fair alibi. Mel was too protective of him anyway, as if she was the older sibling instead of her baby sister.
He had not found his cell, and had come to the conclusion that the thugs had decided to pad their accounts with some quick money. Tomorrow, he would check the Easy-Peasy Money Mart outlets for his stolen cell. Not that here woul
