Frank Rich had sent an early copy of his Sunday column to his box and, admittedly, Mark was rather engrossed. It was politics, he couldn't help it. It was just the smell of coffee much fresher than his own that made him look up. "Oh, geeze, Libby. Hey!" Immediately he began clearing the few papers and books he had spread out around the table, trying to make sure Libby had enough space.
"Hey," he said again, once he'd stopped frantically moving things. "It's good to see you-- it's been forever, seriously."
Was he trying to make a good impression? Of course he was. He might as well have been sitting down with Glibt's father for as nervous as he was right now.