"Ah, well, I'm sorry there's not much to see," Hannah laughed softly, self-deprecation coming almost as instinct. But it wasn't false modesty. She felt like she must've looked a wreck. He didn't, though. He looked well, and in light of the recent anniversary, it was almost startling to think of how different he was thirteen years ago. "It's good to see you, too."
For a moment, Hannah thought to give him a friendly hug, but that gesture seemed a bit much. It wasn't as if they hadn't seen each other in an extraordinarily long time, nor was he one of her girlfriends. So she stood there awkwardly, uncertain, until finally shrugging, "Anyway, s'pose we ought to get a move on?" As they walked to the alley entrance, she made small talk, "How's business? I know the season's just begun, but is anything growing in particularly well this year?"