Coy, perhaps. He has the lashes for coy, at least.
John's smile makes his stomach flutter a little. Or more than a little, really, and goodness it's been far too long since he's had a date.
Not that this is a date, it's just drinks. But he'd be perfectly fine if it turned into a date.
"But when you're needing a place to live, it's probably cheaper than a hotel in the long run." He's not at work any more, so he takes off his glasses and tucks them into his pocket for safe keeping.
"What is it you do then, John, that brings you to California?"