"Andrew," the stranger said, and reached out to shake. "New to town. If you couldn't tell by the, you know, Boston." Though he didn't laugh, Andrew did grin widely. Then, once his hand was released, he tucked it into a jacket pocket. He'd be needing that wallet again.
"An omelet does sound like a good start. I'm going to spend the day looking for work, so who knows when lunch will be."
Whenever he got hungry, most likely. Andrew wasn't a man of strict timetables, which would have to change if he really was going to stick around. Bosses generally didn't like employees who turned up whenever it suited them.