"Work. I do freelance writing and photography for whatever newspaper or magazine happens to be paying at the moment." Dean shrugged a little and smiled wryly. It wasn't a glamorous cover story like he'd tell someone he was trying to pick up in a bar, but it would do. Anything was better than telling the guy what he really did. Especially if he wanted to be asked to come back.

Which... he kind of did.

"What do you do?"