He'd stepped out, not expecting to be met - but when he was, well...

"No, miss, not quite a delivery" he said with a head dip and smile, knowing well how to flatter a woman who dressed like that and wore that much makeup. "I've got a friend up here somewhere; he texted me while I was at the VA, asked me to meet him for lunch."

Partially a lie, but only partially. He hadn't been at the VA today.

"Maybe you can point me to his desk. His name's Clark?"