"Excuse me? Are you Tom Collins?"

Collins looked up from his newspaper. "Yeah, yeah, I am."

"I'm Angel. Angel Dumott Schunard."

"An angel of the first degree," he said with a smile, offering his hand.

Angel shook his hand. "I didn't mean to interrupt you. I just saw you here and had to come over and say hello. I read your book about actual reality."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I thought it was brilliant. By far, the greatest thing I've read in a long time."

Collins blushed, grinning.

"You're cute when you blush."

"Would you, um, like to get some coffee?"

"Love to."

Collins stood and picked up his jacket, leaving the newspaper behind.