Seamus was running more behind than he wanted to. He'd had an interview after work with a practicing therapist he hoped to shadow for the term, and their conversation had run long. He was also a little overdressed for dinner, but he thought that would make a good impression on Justin.
He overshot his apparition point and had to hustle several blocks before he reached the meeting spot. When he saw that Justin was talking to an older woman, Seamus slowed his pace and watched the interaction, though he couldn't hear it. The woman seemed excited, while Justin was visibly uncomfortable. He stopped just out of hearing and waited with his hands in his pockets. He watched everything but Justin and his companion so it didn't seem like he was paying any attention to them, but Seamus had one eye on them.
So when Justin headed his way, he turned a warm smile on the other man and waved. "I can almost always eat," he replied, his dimple showing as he fought against laughter and the obvious opening for innuendo. "Lead the way. The more you talk it up, the more impatient I become."