"Oh, I'll have the same." He grinned. Oh, much better. That barrier just made him uncomfortable as hell. "So how did you end up here, doing this?"
Ty shrugged, the motion making those muscles ripple. "I guess like anyone does. I escaped. Found a niche. Capitalized on it. Art school only takes you so far and after grad school I had bills to pay. I worked for an outside agency for a while and then decided to take the plunge."
"Do you still draw?" That he remembered, the way Ty used to scribble in notebooks.
Those tanned cheeks got a little pink, but Ty nodded. "Yeah. I do a lot of sketching, a little work on the side. How'd you get into renovation?"
"Oh, I worked construction through college, changed my major to architecture in my sophomore year, after I did a re-do on a spiral staircase in this grand old Victorian lady." Hell, that had been a great year. There'd been that brown eyed boy ... John? Joe? He'd been hot.
"Yeah? That's fairly cool. It took me a while to uh ... settle into school."
"Really?" Huh. "I always thought you did really well compared to some of us."
"I did. I guess I spent a few years ... spreading my wings."
"Raise a little hell, did you?" Oh, he would have loved to have seen that. Tiny always had the potential.
"Maybe." Ty looked almost grateful when the food came, wielding the chopsticks like a master. Showoff.
Man. He'd have to poke the personal bone a little more. The chopsticks looked more awkward in his hand, but he could wield them pretty well, and the food took them through the next few minutes. He just watched the man as they ate.
There was something damned sexy about watching the man eat, about the way the noodles were drawn into Ty's mouth, the chopsticks almost sucked clean.
His cheeks heated, and he bent over his bowl, trying not to be too damned obvious. Good thing he didn't have to stand up.