Lyle couldn't help blushing at the excitement in Dante's eyes. What was so special about going on a date with him? He was boring. He liked to work and on his days off he stayed in with a good book and some coffee. He didn't have any really hobbies and when he did go out it was usually work related. He couldn't help but feel like he was going to disappoint the bold and adventurous Dante.<br/><br/>Lyle sighed and noticed the sun and hopped out of the bed, checking the time on his watch. It was almost eleven now. He groaned and shook his head wondering how he was going to catch up with everything he planned to do. "I'm not going to be able to hit all of the places I wanted to." He pulled out a list from inside his jacket and sat back down on the edge of the bed as he went through the list marking down the most important and ones that would still be open after he closed up the bar. Shit. The drinking party.<br/><br/>Lyle groaned once again and rolled over so his face was in the pillow. Why was there never enough time to do things? He'd have to scrap the list and start the next day. Wait. He also had to plan a date with Dante. How overwhelming. How did he manage to juggle a relationship before?