Dallon fiddled with his bowtie, nervously. He was leaving to meet Brendon in just a few minutes, and he could feel his nerves eating him away. He had half a nerve to call Breezy and let it all out, but she had informed him that she would be sneaking out for a midnight movie showing with Sara last night. She probably wasn't even awake yet.

"It's fine." Dallon assured himself, "I mean, there has to be something if he sparked the conversation and date idea... Date, meeting, it's not a date..."

Dallon left his room silently, hoping to not run into any of the house staff. It wasn't hard. He hurried into the garage and, instead of settling for one of the cars, grabbed a bicycle. He walked it through the back door and around to the front before climbing on it and setting off.

The café that Brendon had suggested wasn't that far of a ride at all. It thankfully didn't give Dallon too much time to over think between checking his surroundings, squinting through the chilled morning air, and avoiding getting hit by a car. Although, he knew he had to look a bit ridiculous; a guy in a nice suit riding a bicycle wasn't something you saw everyday.

He slowed his speed as he made it to the front of the Mona Lisa café. He thought about the interesting title choice as he locked his bike on the short rack outside. When he stood upright and turned to go inside, he felt himself freeze.

Brendon was already there. He was pushing fingers through his hair with one hand and spinning a spoon in a cup of coffee with the other. He wore a simple dark shirt with a slight v to the neck line. He just looked so casual and, honestly, a lot better than his profile picture. He still had that same stubble along his chin that accented his face in a perfect way. Dallon felt his heart thud against his chest. They hadn't even talked yet, and this was the effect Dallon was feeling?

It took a moment for Dallon to regain his composure and make his way across the sidewalk. He tightened his bowtie and sucked in a breath before entering the small café. A soft tinkling of a bell filled the warm air inside, earning Dallon several short looks. The one that lingered was the one that made Dallon's breath catch.

Coffee brown eyes looked him up and down. A warm smile spread across Brendon's face as he gave Dallon a small wave and a gesture to come over. Dallon's feet moved without much thought, and he quickly found himself upon the table that Brendon was sitting at.

"Well, you're taller in person." Brendon said, resting his tilted head on his propped up arm. He extended his free hand while still looking Dallon over, "I'm Brendon."

"I'm Dallon." Dallon replied, extending his own hand to place in Brendon's grip. Their hands locked and Dallon was taken a bit off guard by Brendon's tight hold.

"I bought you a warm drink, I hope you don't mind." Brendon said, suddenly releasing Dallon's hand from the shake.

Dallon blinked rapidly, feeling as if he was registering everything so much slower than it was happening. "Oh, thank you! That's very kind of you."

"Kindness is my middle name." The corner of Brendon's mouth curved up into a lopsided smile. His eyes glanced down at the chair before up to Dallon's eyes. "Would you like to sit?"

"Oh, Yea..." Dallon mumbled as he pulled out the chair across from Brendon. Wasn't this going well; he had already made himself feel a bit stupid in front of this good looking guy. "So, the Mona Lisa Café?"

"One of my favorite ironic things," Brendon laughed, "You pay to see her frown." He pointed to a wall at a copy of the famous painting that Dallon hadn't noticed before. "Usually, you pay for the exact opposite. In her case, however, you want to look at that famous frown."

"So, you're big on art?" Dallon asked, turning back to Brendon.

Brendon nodded. "I love the different ways people choose to express themselves. Everyone has their own version of art, and it's fascinating."

Dallon nodded, surprised by Brendon's answer. It's not like he knew what to expect from Brendon in the first place, but this just seemed too cool to be true.

"I like how funny you are." Brendon said as he brought his short cup up to his lips for a sip.

"What?"

Brendon let out a soft laugh as he set his cup back down. "Funny. Your form of art, at least in my eyes, with your captions and your new money antics."

"New money?" Dallon questioned.

"Yes, kind of like in the Great Gatsby." Brendon replied, cooly, as he picked up his spoon and dipped it back into his coffee. "You show it through your social media, sorry, I peeked." His eyes flashed up to lock with Dallon's, "It's a very new money thing to do. I mean, look at your suit, the average Joe could never afford that."

Dallon looked down at his outfit. He was wearing a dark suit with a dark undershirt on as well. He had no idea how much the outfit had cost, but he did see a name brand on the tag that was poking out of his sleeve. He brought his hands together in front of him, trying to slyly hide the tag.

"I like suits..." Dallon shrugged with a soft tone.

Brendon's eyes widened. "Oh, I didn't mean any offense! I like suits too. I was just regarding your background."

"Before you even ask about me?"

Brendon nodded with a nervous laugh. That was the first time Dallon noticed nervousness on Brendon's side of the meeting. "I like to know what I'm getting into before I do anything. It's all about the details."

"Well, maybe we could talk about those details over the coffee?" Dallon suggested.

Brendon nodded in agreement, "You're right, Dallon. Tell me about yourself." He sat upright and adjusted the dark shirt he was wearing.

"Okay, well, I'm Dallon. You already know that though, and I guess you're right about the new money thing... My dad made it big in the business world."

Brendon nodded, leaning back in his chair and letting his chest stick out. "That's nice, Dallon, but very generic." Brendon pushed fingers through his hair again, "What about you? I'm curious to know details other than what can be read by your looks and social media posting." He smiled at Dallon in a way that made him feel comfortable for some reason.

"Oh... Okay. Well, I liked performing back in school." Dallon relayed after a moment of thought. Brendon nodded, encouragingly, making Dallon grin. "I worked backstage on some plays and I played bass before singing in my own band for a few years."

"See, that's what I'm talking about!" Brendon exclaimed, leaning forward and gesturing to Dallon. "I would of never guessed you for a performer, why didn't you mention that?"

Dallon shrugged unsurely, "I am not sure?"

Brendon cocked his head with a smile, "You enjoy art like I do." He wrapped his fingers around his cup and brought it up to his lips for a short sip. "Well, maybe not completely like me, but you enjoy it in your own form..."

The cool look that Brendon gave Dallon with his words made Dallon's heart skip. Brendon seemed so interesting? Was that the right word? Dallon couldn't bring his thoughts together to confirm it. He wanted to ask more about Brendon, but a high pitched beeping distracted him.

Brendon looked down with a small frown before shifting his gaze back up to Dallon. "I'm afraid I'll have to cut this meeting short." He relayed with an apologetic smile, "It was very nice to meet you, however, Dallon."

"C-can we do this again sometime?" Dallon blurted the words out with a hopeful gaze at Brendon.

The sound of a laugh made it past Brendon's sealed lips. "I'll message you to sort out details." He replied before standing. He walked around the small table and extended his hand to Dallon, "Until we meet again."

Dallon extended his own hand, getting caught in Brendon's surprisingly strong grip once again. Dallon muttered a soft farewell, feeling his cheeks heat up when Brendon pulled his hand closer and kissed the back of it. With a wink, Brendon released Dallon's hand and was gone.

Dallon sat alone at the table, a bit stunned, for a few minutes after Brendon's departure. His hand still tingled from where Brendon's lips had touched it. Breezy may have been right, Brendon may be his new perspective on relationships...

Dallon quickly finished his coffee and stood to leave the café, but he stopped. A dark jacket was left where Brendon had been sitting. Dallon reached down and picked it up, assuming it to be Brendon's.

He shrugged, deciding to hold onto it and give it to Brendon on their next meeting before finally leaving the Mona Lisa.