Ambros sat in his office at the Salon, ciphering his life.
The Commonwealth-augmented Mac G5 that he worked at pinged him. The office door stood wide, and by leaning back he could see the main entrance on the west side of the building. He leaned back.
He frowned: “That’s...oh, that’s Bradley, the guy who owns the Tae Kwon Do dojo just south of here...” He pondered: ‘I wonder what he wants. Let’s go all formal on him.’
He tapped the G5 to sleep and headed for the door.
“Come on in, sensei. What can I do for you?”
“I was just wondering how you were doing...”
Ambros said: “Let’s go back to my office. I’ll make some tea.”