The food was good; small works of art, decorative pieces of vegetable draped across or placed next to it. Lucas wasn't a big fan of artistic food but he found he quite liked what the waitress had put together. The conversation, on the other hand, was kind of lacking. Instead of having dinner with Brandon, he was having dinner with the top of Brandon's head, which was only marginally better than eating alone.
By the time the remains of the second main dish were cleared, he'd grown tired enough of the bubble of silence surrounding them that he decided to burst it at the risk of spooking the other man into jumping up and running away.
"When did you leave the country?" Lucas asked casually over the brim of his glass.