Jonathan smiled widely, crossing over to the booth and sliding in, gesturing for the waitress to come over to them so he could get a menu. "Have you been waiting long?" he asked, brushing a lock of his bangs from his face, looking Justin over as he took a sip of his water.
Justin was a good looking man, youthful and radiant. Like a drop of sunlight stretched into human form. For some reason, looking at Justin reminded him of hot, lazy summers back in Georgia, laying in the hay in the bar, hoping his grandmother didn't call for him as he wiled away the long hours reading, sweating, content.