"Oh, absolutely," Eden says, holding back a laugh. "You're lucky every time you make a friend." She plays it up, a little facetious, but she means it all the same. She's been lonely of late, even with the friends she has. It's always nice to make a new one, to have some hope of future company. Maybe this is all it is, a coffee with a nice guy she never sees again, but maybe it's the start of a real friendship. Only time will tell.

She steps forward to the counter to order her coffee and then waits to the side for him.