You met Wes at a local park.

You’d both happened to be walking your dogs. You dropped your dog’s leash, Wes caught it.

He’d asked for your number. You didn’t hesitate to give it to him.

And now, here you were. On a dinner date.

Wes was seated across from you, smile on his face.

It was a pretty nice restaurant. Nothing abnormally high class, but it was definitely on the fancier side.

You’d been talking for about the last forty five minutes, just getting to know each other a bit better. Immediately, there was a chemistry between the two of you.

Now, you were discussing the more serious topics. How the two of you were planning on proceeding.

“Look… why don’t we take things slow? Y’know? We don’t have to be physical.”

The smile on his face widened a bit.

“It doesn’t matter to me, as long as I get to see you.” Wes said, taking a sip from his glass of wine.