"I need a favor," Edward said, coming into Tyler's office.

"Of course, anything I can do to help."

"The social worker is coming over for dinner tonight to assess if it's a suitable home for Robbie, but I'm meant to be at a benefit to schmooze with potential donors."

"And you want me to pretend to be you at dinner with the social worker?"

"No,  goober, I need you to fill in for me at the benefit."

"I don't know, Edward. I'm not so good in social settings like that."

"It's because you've never tried. Come on, Tyler. You're adorable, you're passionate about Haven. They'll just eat you up."

"Yeah, and spit me out."

*

Tyler fidgeted in his borrowed suit as he ordered another whiskey ginger. Even if Charlie's suit hadn't been almost a size too big, he still felt awkward in it. The suit, the scene, it just wasn't him. He felt bad for not doing more networking but he really had nothing to say to anyone. All the older gentlemen he talked to seemed more interested in him than Haven. He had decided to sneak out after he finished his drink when a group of handsome guys just a couple years older than him approached.

"What have we here?" asked the tall one in the navy bow tie.

"Oh, hello. I'm...um...Tyler Drake. I work with Haven."

"Well they've certainly upgraded," said the shorter Hispanic guy.

"We are definitely trying our hardest to be a service to the community and to the youth at risk," Tyler said.

"I'd love to hear more about it, see if we can't help you out," said the one that was too pretty for his own good.

"Absolutely. Maybe we can set up a meeting, um..."

"I'm Chadwick," said bow tie. "That's Diego, that's Bryan. And this..." he said, nudging the pretty one closer to Tyler. "...is Mason."

"Hi," said Mason. "Maybe we can talk more about it. Say...over lunch?"

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