Tracey laughed, and then said, "No, please. I'll take your aroma over that book any day. But I can't talk for the other patrons." This, she added with a cheeky smile.
Problem was, Tracey didn't know what else to talk about. There needed to be something, if she didn't want to be left here, alone, with her book. Oliver Wood had better things to do than to sit there in companionable silence with her. Like take a shower, she mentally chided, but kept that one to herself.
"How's Jonathan?" she eventually capitulated. She didn't give a shit about Jonathan, but Oliver did, and that topic could, potentially, keep them here a while. At least long enough for her to finish her beverage.