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which country. Polished floorboards, pine chairs and tables with colorful check table cloths, and daisies everywhere. He saw Spencer sitting at one of the small tables toward the back of the diner. Spencer looked nervous, playing with his teaspoon and glancing around. Jason took this small moment to study him. Spencer was wearing the pale green shirt; it actually lifted his complexion, he didn't look as washed out as he usually did.
    Jason ambled over and slid into the chair opposite Spencer. “Morning. The color's good."
    "Good morning."
    Jason noticed some of Spencer's nervousness ebb once he'd sat down. Probably relieved that he'd turned up this time. The blush when Jason complimented Spencer was cute, though. “Been waiting long?"
    "Not long,” Spencer opened up his over-sized menu.
    Jason followed suit. As soon as they'd ordered, they could get rid of things for Spencer to hide behind. Jason was enjoying the glimpses of the real Spencer that he uncovered. It was hard going, though. Almost as if the man wasn't willing to give away anything of himself in case one thought him too boring. Wasn't it better to appear boring with interests than without? Anyone who felt as passionately about anything as Spencer felt about astronomy and rocks had to have some redeeming qualities. Even if it was just that passion. Jason hoped there was plenty more passion in his shy friend.
    "Would you like to order now?"
    Jason glanced at the pretty waitress, her pencil and order pad at the ready, and realized that, while he'd been looking at the menu for the past five minutes, he hadn't actually been reading it. His mind had been too occupied with Spencer. “Um, Spence?” He hoped Spencer hadn't been day-dreaming, too. “I just need a couple more seconds,” he told the girl.
    "I'll have the pancakes with sausage and a coffee, please.” Spencer closed his menu and placed it on the table in front of the waitress.
    "Sounds good, the same please.” Jason handed the waitress both menus and looked at Spencer, oddly relieved that he seemed to like food. “A good healthy cooked brekky. Great way to start the day.” Jason grinned. “I'm lucky if I manage to grab a muesli bar as I'm going out the door."
    "I like a good breakfast. My omelets are awesome."
    "Hmm, we'll have to have an omelet-off one day. I've been told I make a pretty awesome one, too."
    Blushing, Spencer turned his attention to the ad filled place mat.
    "Oh, The Odeon is showing a double feature of Dr. No and Goldfinger,” Spencer said and then frowned. “Damn, it ends tonight."
    "So? Come with me, I already have tickets.” Jason knew Thad, who had originally agreed to go with him, would understand.
    "You like James Bond?” Spencer's face lit up with that enthusiasm Jason was beginning adore.
    Jason raised an eyebrow. “No, I bought tickets so I could stalk you, knowing how much you loved the films."
    Just like that, the light died from Spencer's face, his expression turning into alarm, eyes zeroing in on the nearest exit. Jason looked around, too, confused. He thought things had been going well. Spencer had been talking to him, even though he'd blushed at every second word. But Jason, for the life of him, couldn't think what he had said that would send Spencer into outright panic.
    "What?"
    Spencer took a deep breath. “It's nothing.” He seemed relieved when their waitress arrived with their coffee.
    Jason watched Spencer add three sugars and two little containers of milk to his and stir a little more forcefully than was needed. Well, at least he was staying seated. And he looked less panicked. Jason tried again.
    "Yes, I like James Bond, especially the older stuff. Sean Connery was the best... and still is. That voice...” Jason visibly shivered and winked. “So, come with me, please."
    Spencer continued to stir his coffee, apparently going over each and every pro and con. Jason couldn't remember the last time he'd had this much trouble getting a ‘date'.
    "Who was