“Ever see it?” Dude asked the tall woman who had just walked up to his table. He gave her an analytical look up and down. “No, you haven’t been here long enough.” After a moment, he said, “You’re Dana, right?”
“Right. May I join you?”
“Have a seat,” Dude motioned with his hand. He looked over at Phil behind the counter. “A couple iced coffees when you get a chance.”
After taking a seat, Dana assessed the man. Rugged but not muscular. Used to the desert, the heat.
