He meets his date

Trevor was ready and found their reserved table. At the table was a guy named Frank. He was hot, big, tall, and tan with a beard. He was the dream guy. He was built with muscles and fat, giving him a rather burley look.

Trevor could almost drool looking at the shirt hug his curves. He sat down and introduced himself and so did Frank.

They ordered drinks and food and chatted. The conversation continues with only a few awkward silences in a few times.

When the food was delivered, Trevor fum led with his silverware. As he was trying to unwrap it from the napkin, his fork fell on the floor and under the table.