"I am," he said, smiling despite the fact that he knew there would be no warm embrace here. His grandfather wasn't one to hug in public. At least they were in public. There couldn't be any hexing here. At least he hoped so.
"Sure," he said, not pointing out that he was done with breakfast. Instead he walked with his grandfather and let him pick a seat before sitting on the opposite side.
"I'm not sure where to start. I'm twenty-one. My birthday is the thirty-first of March, so I'll be twenty-two soon," he said with the higher pitch he was so used to using now. "I'm a model. I walk down the catwalks, cover magazines. I have a flat in Paris, but I travel all over."