Re: [B&B: Shiloh & Diego]
Diego slowly sank back down into his own slouch, attacking his eggs and toast with his fork, shoving some in his mouth. His mom would shake her head at him for his manner of eating, possibly hit him with a slipper for doing it in front of company.
But he was listening politely to Shiloh and his explanation for his appearance at the BnB. Diego had absolutely no ability to relate to the other man's feelings about diners, but he still nodded, accepting the opinion. "No. I suppose there's something more homey about this place," he tried. Certainly the decor reminded him of his abuela's house. Floral.
"I mean, it's a nice name. It's cute," Diego nodded. "Unique." Unlike 'Diego', he thought. But he'd chosen that name, almost solely because it was a common boys name. "Oh, no man, I'm a bit of a mix, anyway. My dad is Mexican, mom is Colombian, but the both went to high school in Puerto Rico, so- just Latino." Again, generic, nothing to make him stand out too much.
"So, I guess you live kind of close, huh? For this to be your morning after breakfast place?" Jesus, he was bad at small talk. It was easier for him to just drop headfirst into a conversation. "I live here. It's fine. I like it. There's ghosts."