Whether he meant it or not, Lynne found herself completely drawn in by his gaze. God, he was pretty... "I'm not used to it, either," she lied. She was very used to it, actually...just usually not in a public place where other people could see that she was alone. Normally, Lynne's lunches at work consisted of running down the street to grab something and holing herself up in the staff room to wolf it down between haircuts. "It's better having company," she added and that, she did mean.
Lynne sipped at her soda and pushed her food around the plate for a moment, trying to remind herself that she was hungry and he probably could care less whether she was eating or faking it, so she might as well eat. "Me?" Lynne asked, looking up again. She gave him a smirk. "Besides wishing I was cruising around the world, you mean?" she joked.
Finally, although it took a bit of an internal struggle before she allowed herself to, Lynne took a bite of her salad and when she'd swallowed, she shrugged. "I'm a hairdresser. Moonlight as a bartender, but mainly I'm just a stylist. Nothin' super special, but it pays the bills," she replied. "How about you?"