Truth be told, Damon knew how old the man was from his application but he hadn't expected him to be so...appealing. Damon had come to terms with his sexuality a few years ago but sometimes it was still hard. Especially in such a small place- everyone he met always asked him, "When are you going to have someone in your life? Why aren't you settled down yet? Married? Kids?" and each time he'd give similar excuses, "Oh, I've just been busy. No one's come around yet! I'm sure there'll be someone soon!" However, the plain solid truth was that he was gay. He wasn't going to settled down and get married and have kids with a woman because he just couldn't bring himself to live that kind of lie. He opted to be alone instead. He'd had some flings in the past but this small town provided little to no opportunity in that regard. No one suspected a thing as far as he knew and he was content to keep it that way.<br/><br/>The journey had been messy and full of denial but here he was, twenty-six and doing just fine save for the total lack of a romantic life. Or a social one... Damon was actually a fairly quiet man. He had his two shop employees, a young witch by the name of Summer and an old retired alchemist that made potions for him but they were really only part time workers. He was well liked in his community and familiar to everyone but outside of his business and helping everyone out he was a fairly solitary creature. He guessed that's what being alone in a big house for a few years did to someone.<br/><br/>Damon looked over Mason, alarms blaring off in his head. He observed a few things: one, The man was extremely handsome, and two, this guy had a kid. Presumably with a woman- there was no way he would ever be interested. Besides, he was renting to him, that would just be plain unprofessional! Damon couldn't even believe he was thinking about this right now! He was pulled from his train of thought as soon as the small child in front of him started talking her head off. He just kind of stood there, smiling and not sure what to do. Children were not his forte. He'd been an only child so he didn't even have a sibling experience to go off of. Opening his mouth he was prepared to answer her questions but she wouldn't give him room to speak and eventually he just ended up listening, waiting for her to stop.<br/><br/>He looked up as soon as Mason started talking, almost like a deer in the headlights. Mason smiled, shoulders slumping in relief as the child was quieted. It's not that he didn't like children, its just that he didn't know how to deal with them. "No, she's fine! Nice to meet you Mason." He said, giving the mans hand a firm shake.<br/><br/>"And yes, I'm Damon. I'm the sole owner of this place." He stated, his eyes wondering over to the red head. "And what is this little cuties name?" He asked, friendly smile in place.