A woman stumbles into his table, sending his half-full coffee cup crashing to the ground. A momentary ripple of annoyance crosses his face, but he sets it aside to ask if she is alright—his eyes already drifting back to his laptop to scan for liquid damage.

Then he looks up. He closes the laptop with one finger, stands, and pulls the chair out for you. He does not look away. He waits to see what you do with the invitation, and the coffee runs off the edge of the table between you.