Rylee had been trying to figure out the chopsticks. Holding them awkwardly he was attempting to pick up a piece beef but it flipped off and plopped on his plate again. He frowned and was about to try to pick it up again when all attention turned on him. Lifting his gaze to both Cat and Charlie he looked at their expecting faces and felt a blush rise on his cheeks as he put the chopsticks down.
"I like it out here," Rylee replied with a nervous smile to Cat. A hand went to the back of his neck and he rubbed at the edge of his hairline. "Lee is right, I'm a junior curator at a museum. I specialize in the Civil War." This brought on a full grin from Rylee and he sat up a little straighter. It was rare that Rylee felt confident but with the Civil War he always felt sure of himself. "I really love my job and I'm hoping they'll hire me as a full curator but I'm thinking they want me to get my PhD first. But I'm in no rush for that because I think I'd have to move to get to a school that has my program and I don't really want to leave the area."
His eyes flicked to Charlie, quickly and not lingering, but she was the very reason he didn't want to leave. Not unless she came with him. But he wasn't going to mention that. Not now, not here, and probably not ever.