He loved to make her laugh. He smiled easily in response, simply enjoying it while it lasted.
"Oh, okay," he said, reluctance in his gut to end what little time they'd had. Viktor had the chance only to give her a brief one armed hug and turned to watch her leave. He sighed to himself and pushed his unfinished lunch toward the middle of the table. He'd enjoyed their conversation, but ending it especially quickly -- and especially because he knew she probably had to be somewhere specific -- was always a downer. He went ahead and paid and left, not feeling the need to stay alone.