Diary Drabble: Messy

This second date wasn’t just a disaster, it was a literal nightmare from hell. Toby was ten minutes late because of traffic, arriving breathless and sweaty at the restaurant. He’d knocked over Stuart’s drink as he’d stood to kiss him in greeting, then almost broke his phone trying to clean up. And then he’d chosen the most unstable of burgers. The entire thing slipping through his fingers revealing he was both messy and stressed.

“Relax,” Stuart said, reaching out to squeeze his hand.

Toby’...