Those words take a long moment, too, to filter through. There's two girls across the street waiting for a bus, huddling into each other against the cutting grey air out there. Neither of them look liked Connie and neither of them look like Ruth but its those girls he's thinking about, for the minute.
Then— oh shit, someone's talking to him? Kaden stares at her a second. Fucking gorgeous is his first thought, and something – the way she's dressed? Holds her shoulders? – says she's got money or power or attitude. He straightens his shoulders a little, barely conscious of the movement, and his eyes pass over her lack of salt before he reaches across his plate and hands her his.
"They good, those," he says, nodding at her spanakopita. He's eaten a lot of the hotel's spanakopita over the last few weeks. "'Specially on Thursdays." He leaves that hanging. He's not gonna offer up inside knowledge of the hotel just like that, but he is gonna hint that he knows stuff. Keeps people interested. Well, sometimes. Not very often. She looks busy anyway. He's not gonna be cut up or anything if she doesn't wanna talk.