I am envious of your weekday jean wearing. You'll have to text me how nice it is so I can live vicariously through you when you do it.

[He happily lets her lead them to a booth. He folds up his walking stick and sets it to the side on the table, folding his hands. His head is tilted in her direction, a sincere smile on his face.]

Well, I'll do everything I can to make your full attention feel worth the while, Ms. Rowe. How about we start with how our days went?