"O.K."
"Do you know Oliver?"
"Seen you around," she said, appraising him. Oliver felt about a four out of ten, maybe a three.
"Sally works at Mercy Hospital. That cigarette isn't doing you any good, you know."
"Nag, nag, nag."
"You got one for me?" Richard lit up the room with his smile.
"Oh, Richard!" Sally felt in her purse with one hand.
"What are you drinking?" Richard asked.
"I'll see you guys," Oliver said, sliding to the end of the bench and standing. Sally took his place. "Thanks for the eats, Richard."
"Stay warm," Richard said.