Oliver settled in the booth and stared across the table. "You gonna tell me why you're really here?"
"I told you. Food and conversation."
The young man didn't bat an eye. Oliver had a good sense about men, and it said Garrett was interested in a lot more than talk. He saw no point in calling the fellow on it, not yet. It could be Garrett didn't consciously realize what he wanted. Life handed you moments like that, and Oliver had had his fair share of them. But if the lad wanted talk, he'd be glad to get the ball rolling.
"All right, then. I'll be nosey and start our chat. So why are you working two jobs? A young fellow like you should be out clubbing every night."
"My five-point plan suffered a setback. I'm working to recoup some losses."
Garrett sighed. "Not any longer."
And, no doubt, the ex-boyfriend was reason the five-point plan had been derailed. It usually was. Oliver could say he'd been there and done that, too, but he'd wait to see if Garrett asked first. He didn't, so Oliver tried another topic.
"Thanks. I got a great deal on them. Twenty bucks at a yard sale."
Yard sale? No wonder Garrett dressed like a prince. Oliver could, too, if he had the patience to treasure hunt, because that's what a yard sale really was.
"Good looking, hard working and frugal. You don't find that combination every day."
Garrett sipped his cola, his blue gaze fastened on Oliver's. "That's me. Do you like the back pockets of my pants?"
"Ah, a flaw. Vanity." Oliver leaned back, unable to refrain from grinning at Garrett. "I noticed. I'll say it since your ego appears to need it." He leaned forward and kept his voice down. "Nice ass."