April & Phobia, 6:45ish
Phobia did not expect the woman to come over to him. He tipped his hat at her, taking a sip of his coke. He supposed he should have been glad that he couldn't have something harder. The last thing he needed something was to numb his senses anyway. He would need to keep all his senses together. Later he would drink.
"Hi," Phobia said, raising an eyebrow. Now here was the real challenge: could he not be an ass for five seconds so he actually have a conversation with this beautiful lady? Hell. He was going to try. "I don't believe we have met yet. I'm Oliver."