"Coffee is a necessity," Theodore agreed. He wasn't very 'British' in that regard, but in his repeated reference to his Americanization, it was hardly surprising. "Hugs wouldn't go awry, either, provided they follow the coffee." Of course, unless he had early meetings, he could look forward to sleeping in. Elaine was always an early riser.
Theodore watched Hugh's gaze follow the waitress and he had to smile a little, wondering if Hugh was thinking something along the lines of exactly what he was thinking. In a way, he hoped Hugh was, though he was too polite to say so; he hadn't lost his Britishness entirely. But he did wonder if Hugh's sense of isolation could be improved by some fun with a pretty girl. Then, of course, he considered that she was likely only a few years older than Elaine, and wondered what her parents would think. But, he wasn't stupid. They'd had The Talk about being sexually active, and while he had begged that she not provide details, he had extracted promises that she be careful, and smart, and that she'd talk to him about anything she was uncomfortable with. "I think it's within the realm of possibility that a waitress that works in the Theater District goes to a few plays herself, from time to time." He raised a finger, making a point: "You might have noticed, my books come without an author photograph. But then, that's the advantage of being a writer - you have all those words to hide behind. It's a lot easier to not be a public personality, though I suspect that will have to change here soon, to a degree." Yes, he sighed a little at that.
"But I take your point. For example, I am proud of my writing, but I really do like my anonymity," Theodore said. "But that's the nature of acting, I suppose, to get your face out there. And it sounds like you have been busy doing just that, whatever pans out for you. Is there a specific thing you would prefer, if every one of those things came back to you as a yes? The film, do you think?"