He sat back, opening space for Craig to serve their meals. Based on the questioning look Craig gave him, Grant’s dilemma must have been apparent. Grant told himself not to be silly and shrugged sheepishly when Craig set his plate down in front of him. At least there was a bright spot in this whole mess, and that was getting to see Craig again.
If it wouldn’t make him feel like his Uncle Jim, he’d think about flirting with Craig. Not now obviously, not when he was with someone else, but maybe another time, with some of the people from the station.
Except, yeah, Uncle Jim. Grant would never forget the time their waitress poured his uncle’s drink over his head after he’d hit on her one too many times. Not to mention the series of harassment complaints that had taken their toll on both his uncle’s finances and marriage.