"Oh good." The relief in her voice was palpable. She always feared those moments when someone she supposedly knew came out of the metaphorical woodwork.
"Oh, that's good then. I hope you like the column." She smiled. She enjoyed writing her little glamour column, and it was the steadiest paycheck she had, even though some people thought her quite frivolous and silly for writing such things.
She also examined the menu, and ended up choosing a platter of fish and chips. Brain food, she thought with a quick grin. "So, Mandy Brocklehurst, you know what I do for a living, can I ask what keeps you afloat?" She asked it lightly and with a natural good nature that tended to draw people out.