“So tell me about your job,” Elias said while he dug into a huge bacon cheeseburger.
“Eh, it’s a living.” I wiped my mouth before taking a sip of beer. “I don’t mind it. There’s variety and enough drama to keep me interested. Maybe I’ll become a manager someday, or try something else. It’ll do. And I have drawing as an outlet, so I’m good.”
“How long have you worked there?”
“Let’s see.” I took a bite of chicken. “I was twenty-four when I started, so six years.”
Elias snorted. “There’s no way you’re thirty. You look eighteen.”
I winked at him. “Cheekbones, I’ve been told.”
He laughed. “Yeah, maybe that’s it. I’m thirty-nine, by the way.” As he worked through his fries, Elias asked, “So, I know you said you don’t do dating, but have you ever?” At my wary look, he quickly added, “I’m ju
