Austin swallowed hard, feeling his heart trying to climb out of its bone cage. Why had he thought this was a good idea? Because his roommate had suggested it and had insisted his looks would bring in tons of clients? Because veterinary school was expensive and the cafe he worked at, while fun and low stress, paid peanuts? He took a deep breath, secretly glad his client didn't seem too much older than him. Austin wouldn't have known what to do if his client ended up being an old guy in his fifties or sixties, or if he was hard to look at.<br/><br/>He could do this, he told himself. It was like acting class in high school. He was being paid to play a role, to offer his companionship to his client. His contract with Adrian stated dinner and a couple of hours with the brunet. Seven to eleven, and nothing more than that. Beyond that, Austin could...do more if he wanted or he could leave, or if Adrian wanted,<i>he</i>could ask to extend the evening too. And if things went well, the client could contract his company again.<br/><br/>He took in Adrian's figure, a bit broader than himself, dressed in casual yet quality clothing and offered the other man his hand, shaking it. Adrian was well built, he looked strong, his shoulders broad. "I'm Austin. It's great to meet you, Adrian," he returned, giving him a warm if shy smile. "I could eat at the restaurant or at your place. Do you cook? What sort of things do you like to eat?" He thought that perhaps Adrian would feel more at ease in his own space.<br/><br/>He remembered his roommate's words. Whatever the client wanted, what made them happy. Whatever brought them back, made them want you. Ask them questions. They usually loved to talk about themselves.