It took Mike a minute to come back down to Earth; although he heard the sound of a man’s voice (a man who was clearly trying to get his attention), Mike was still so elated that he’d manage to pop the right piece into its particular place that he was still grinning and staring at the circuit board as though he was a kid on Christmas morning. After a spell, however, he shook his head, glanced at the individual approaching him, and smiled broadly.
“Hey pal, sorry—,” he held up the circuit board. “Distracting. You know how it goes.”
He gestured to the seat opposite at his table and nodded. “Sure thing. Take a seat! What’s on your mind? I hope you don’t mind if I work while we continue to chat? I promise I won’t get very distracted.”