Starving artist. Somehow it worked for him. Chloe'd come in contact with a lot of them in LA and New York but he was correct: Europe was definitely more suited for it. And suited him. He had a wildness about him though it was more on the 'fun-loving' scale than the 'potentially dangerous' one otherwise she wouldn't have weaved her way through the city with him the way they had to get to the gyro stand. He was a free-spirit and she suspected working behind a desk would only stifle him.
Her laughter rang out again and she shook her head, utterly amused. "Oh, no no. I've been away from the farm for about as long as you've been alive, Sugar. I'm a California girl now, here on business." Another bite, another fry and a sip of soda. It was good; she hadn't been lying about that. Maybe she could find a way to lighten it up and market it back in the States to her health-conscious crowd. "Just taking some time out to clear my head, sort out my thoughts. Take a walk in the park and catch some live music." Chloe tossed another joyful smile in his direction as she nibbled on a fry. "All work and no play, after all."