Tate laughed behind his hand and nodded. “Yeah. You fuckin’ old timer.” He flipped the page of his magazine, but he didn’t recognize any of the celebrities shown. Apparently there were affairs and pregnancies everywhere in Hollywood, though. “Next thing you know, you’ll be telling me ‘back in my day’ stories.”
Ryan smiled his crooked smile and leaned back against the counter, one hand perched on the edge while the other plucked a candy bar out of the countertop display. “Back in my day we paid for our own snacks.” He glanced back at Tate, using the candy to point at the jerky in the boy’s lap.