"Yeah, my parents probably wouldn't want me to be around you either," Ben agreed, without thinking. Suddenly realizing that may have been offensive, he added, "But I can't think of anyone cooler to talk to than a club owner, so whatever."
It was the truth. Jimmy was really chill for an old guy. For any age, actually. He was just the type of person that Ben needed to meet, proof that adulthood did not necessarily mean crisply pressed Italian suits and shiny patent leather briefcases.
"I never been to a club, myself..." Ben followed Jimmy line of vision and felt his ears grow warmer. "I don't really do coffee that much. At all. I didn't really know how to...do it."