Eugenides had just swallowed a spoonful of his soup before he looked over his shoulder and found himself staring at the man with two cobblers again. He looked at his face, the features of his lips...why did this man seem interested in him?
"Relatively," he said, and then turned back to his chowder and took three more spoonfuls before he abandoned his spoon in the half-sea of soup and turned back with his elbow over the top of his bench, his sleeve sagging over his right, still. "It's a nice place, I think. The people here are friendly," he said, eyes flat on the other man.