“Almost finished?”
He wants the table.
Tell him no.
“What’s that, that you’re reading?”
Show him the spine.
“Don’t know that one.”
He wouldn’t.
“Reading with a pencil in your hand?”
Probably not familiar with the work of John Wick either.
“Tennis rackets?”
He sees the POGs, but definitely doesn’t know all that a pencil can do.
“I used to be a tennis pro. Number 1 for City College in New York.”
Tennis powerhouse.
“Then I moved out here and got into zoning. Permit approval for people wanting to build tennis courts.”
Time for a refill.
“If you ever want to get into that.”
And maybe a muffin.
“Well, it was nice talking to you.”