The fine looking barely tan self-identified African-American woman in the long black coat and the cat's eye glasses with her kinky brown hair pulled back and secured with black leather walks down the aisle past the much darker, bearded, rugged man in the black windbreaker over shirt and tie before turning, walking back, and sitting down across from him.

"Where you been?" she asks, eyeing him up and down provocatively, "I ain't seen you in forever."

Ignoring the question, and responding instead to the obvious unspoken message he whips out his cell phone and asks her for her number. The ritual completed he mumbles something about his job, and within a few incomplete sentences the conversation lapses into silence.

Bored, and now remembering why she hasn't seen him in forever, she pulls her newly arrived system administrator's trade rag out of her bag and begins to read, reminding herself with a secret little smile as she looks him up and down again that she isn't going to be using him for conversation.