A little startled, the girl turned away from the vibromural. "Do I know you? Oh!"—a little gasp—"Dave?"
"That's right. Dave."
She whirled on her chair to face him. "Oh, Dave, it must be years. Years!"
"Three years." There was no ring on her finger, he saw. "How have you been?"
"Fine," she said. "You've heard about Dad's new job, and—"
"How have you been?"
"A little lonely, sometimes," she admitted. "I've been working in Dad's office since I finished school. How about you? Did—did you ever get back into lab work?"
"No," he said hollowly. "I never did."
"What brings you to the Wheel?" she asked.
"I'm a tourist," he improvised. "Saw the sights on Luna, and now I'm on my way back to Earth." He moistened his lips. "How about a drink?"