Johnathan, a tall, muscular man with short dark hair and piercing blue eyes, was known for his dominant personality and sharp tongue. At 30, he had the confidence of a man who knew what he wanted, and he wasn't afraid to say it.
One day his eyes fell on Trevor a lanky 25-year-old with soft features at the gym. The man was soft-spoken, almost gentle. He decided to shoot his shot and invited the man to a local restraint known for its upscale service and 5-star menu. He knew what he wanted from Travor and he knew is was going to get it.
"So you're a florist?" Jonathan continued on as the sandy haired man nibbled on a reakstick across from him, "That sounds creative."
"It can be." Trevor noted, "Actually I got the chance to..."
"I work in tech myself." Jonathan cut him off, "Some think tis boring work but I oversee a team of 12. We work with some of the most powerful executives in this city. And of course, the pay is out of this world." Trevor laughed slightly, "I can't imagine being a florist pays much."
"Its not the most lucrative career but I really..."
"See money is the game really." Johnathan stated. His eyes met with the waiter that was headed their way, "Of course power and authority will often get you that money so I can't discredit them either."
"Hello welcome to Helena's. My name is April, have you had a chance to look at the menu?" the soft blonde server asked with a pen poised at the ready.
"Of course, we have babe and we are ready to order." Jonathan stated. Travor quickly closed his menu and handed it to the server. She had gorgeous blue nails, flawlessly manicured. Johnathan also handed her the folded script.
"I'll have the steak with grilled mushrooms and stuffed okra, medium rare of course, with crème sauce." The words flew from his mouth with no hesitation or need for thought. April took a a moment to reflect on the order before turning to Trevor.
"That sound wonderful." She said, "How about you?" Trevor went to open his mouth but before he could speak Johnathan interjected.
"He will have the house salad, no onions or that organic pepper sauce."
"Oh." April paused for a moment clearly confused as to whether she should actually write down the order. Looking to Trevor for approval the blonde shook his head yes and she followed. "Alright I have those written down. Would you like any additional drinks before I put this order in?"
"Trevor here will have another water with lemon and I would like a whiskey sour. Thanks babe." Johnathan winked at her. April jotted down the drinks before awkwardly scurrying into the crowd of other servers dancing around the dimly lit room.
Trevor looked across the way to see Johnathan starring him down. What was this man about? Did he really just make his order for him? Trevor pressed his fingers against his temple moving his slightly disheveled hair that gave him a boyish charm that Johnathan found irresistible. Jonathan continued on about his business acquisitions as Trevor tried to understand. This was all outside his scope.
"You know, Trevor," Johnathan began, "I've always found that gay men fall into two categories: tops and bottoms." Trevor was taken aback by the man's frank words. Wasn't that a given in the gay community? And really, what about sides? "And I'm not talking about the physical act, mind you. I'm talking about mentality." April returned with the drinks and place the gracefully on the table. Johnathan waited for her to leave before continuing.
Trevor decided to play. Raising his eyebrow, "Oh, really? And which one are you?"
