Maria walks into the bar with a pretty pissed off expression on her face. I wonder where the hell did he go. She looks around and sees a weird looking guy sitting alone at a table with the largest possible cigarette in his mouth. Ok, guess i found him then . . . Maybe i should get a drink first. I need to calm myself down or I might smack him.
She walks to the bar: A glass of tea please, peach flavored as usual. The barman hands her the drink and points her to the guy she previously saw. Yeah, I assumed that was him. Thanks. She drink some of the tea and discreetly observes the guy. He looks to be typing something important. She decides not to bother him just yet and enjoy her tea for a while.
A few minutes pass and she looks at the guy again, still typing. She leaves the bar with her drink, half of the tea still in the glass, and goes to the guy. She pulls a chair and sits at his table. He looks up and her and just continues to type. She says to herself: Totally not a complete creep it seems . . .