"I'm sure they'll have something you'll like."

Grace noticed the smile, how it was void of any real humour, but she didn't comment on it. She couldn't even be sure that Eddie really remembered her. All she could do was humour him, try help him process his being here if she could.

As they approached the sofas and chairs, she was glad to see no one had taken her seat, and there were still a few to choose from if Eddie wanted to sit.

"What sort of thing do you like? Coffee, tea? My treat."