Part 3

The lady comes to the table where I am sitting.

She looks at me. She sees that I have my coat on and have my hands in my pockets. She smiles.

“Hi George, how are you?” she asks.

“Fine, thanks. How are you, Elizabeth? It's been a while since we last met. What's on your mind?” I answer.

“Nothing special, George. But let's just sit and talk for a while if that is OK with you”, she says insisting.

I don't smile and simply say “I really prefer to be alone, but we can sit together if you want.”

She turns to the waiter and says, “Waiter, can you bring me a glass of beer please.”