Wes isn't actually that cranky a guy. He tends to scowl a lot when he's thinking, giving people the impression that he's severely ticked off. His neutral face has some seriously angled eyebrows.

If they talked to him, they'd find a guy who loves cooking, soccer, swimming, and dance. That last one tends to throw them off considering his physique is a bit more generous than a dancer should be. In truth, he used to be thinner, but he shattered his kneecap during an argument during a soccer game, and the weight just seemed to pile on during recovery. Likely because he eats like a horse, that and because it's taken years and a few surgeries to get the knee mostly together.

He went to school for accounting and business, but he'd really like to become a chef like his father. He'd convinced himself he wasn't nearly good enough, but he's got promise. Something he begins to realize as he fills in at the restaurant.

Favorite Color: Purple. Favorite food: Beef Bourguignon or Isle Flottant. He'd rather not pick.

Worries that the weight he's gained has made him unattractive, despite thinking his boyfriend would look great a few tens of pounds heavier.