“That works.”
* * * *
Jourdain suggested they sit on the patio outside the coffee shop when he saw an empty table there. Leaving Luke there so no one would grab their spot, he went inside to get their coffees and a pastry for Luke.
He looked out the window while he waited, studying Luke. What a beautiful young man. If I told him, though, he’d undoubtedly run as fast as possible. It’s what he’s expecting, if I don’t miss my guess. That I’m going to try to seduce him in some fashion. Not that he’d be wrong, but I won’t rush things.
After paying for his purchases, Jourdain returned to the table, setting Luke’s coffee and pastry down in front of him.
“Thank you,” Luke said. “You didn’t have to…” He pointed at the scone.
“I wanted to. You’re too thin by far,” Jourdain replied.
“It comes with the territory,” Luke said with a rueful smile before taking a bite. “This is good. I don’t often have sweets, unless you count granola bars.”