Gecko didn't quite jump, but his head did lift quickly when he heard her voice. It was a good suggestion, going to YouTube. He smiled to her, straightening where he stood. "You know, I might," he agreed and he looked over at her. Blond, dressed all goth.
"I'm Gecko," he greeted her, offering his hand. He was pretty average, he thought; average height, kind of skinny. Red hair, kind of a big nose. He had this honest, open look about him no matter what he did. Real earnest. "Totally different face to face," he agreed. He hadn't pegged her for fishnets, from their conversation. His own sense of style was slightly grungy, with the open flannel shirt open over the white undershirt. The jeans. The beat up Converse sneakers, one shoelace undone. Sloppy. Lucifer wouldn't have approved but this was just who he was.
"So, hungry for anything in particular? I don't know how advanced I'm getting here but there's this chapter on pasta that, maybe?" he suggested it as more of a question, brows lifting. "Like not make the pasta but try a sauce? I'm not making pasta. How do you even do that?"
He had no idea, clearly, what he was doing or talking about.