"Hello, Anne," Robert said, and sat down. She was waiting for him in a broad, high-ceilinged room with a spotted marble floor and cement benches. Afternoon light slanted through filmed windows and outside trains bumped and shunted.
"Hello," she answered and turned away, looking between tall stone columns.
"Have you been here long?" he asked. Against the far wall, a man leaned over a drinking fountain and they heard the water spatter thinly in the porcelain bowl.
"No. Not this time." She was still looking across the station.
The man at the drinking fountain went away. The air in the building was hazy and still, and Anne sat quietly.
"You know me," said Robert. He laughed once. "I got tied up at the office and the traffic was--"
"Yes, I know you," Anne said. "Don't mention it, Robert. Really, don't say anything."