Owen found it hard not to laugh. It seemed that they had a more than their fair share of history between themselves. And he blushed, hearing some of the things that she said. Teens? And, well, adults as well. He blushed even redder when he realized she kept speaking about sex.
"Yes. I, uh..." He stammered. "I do know what you mean, well, in a fashion, I mean..."
He looked at his cup, briefly, then gazed up her gratefully when she changed the subject. "I moved into a hotel. I wasn't sure I should go to the address on my id. Nervous, I assume."