"Hi," she says. She has that half-smiling, apologetic look -- sheepish, almost. She ducks her head a bit, her hair falling into her face (she only wears it up for work, the rest of the time, it's a wreck).
"Um, I guess this is awkward," Cecilia looks back up at him, "I was hoping maybe you'd want to go get a drink? Talk about.. stuff?"