Brandon stood in the car and had his hands placed on the steering wheel for a minute. He was deep in thought, Stephen in the psychology department? He's into designing why the f**k would he be in psychology?
He got out of his Porsche and locked it, buttoning his suit afterwards, "Psychology my ass." He thought out loud as he walked to the restaurant.
"Reservation?" Asked the waiter behind the podium as Brandon walked inside. He had blonde slicked back hair, soft brownish skin and he looked like he wanted to run away.
"With a friend, his name is Stephen Palenti." He says casually, glancing around at the Italian restaurant that looked like it needed a professional remodeling. If only they could add rooms with king size beds and lube and toys.
The waiter checked in the book on t
