Elliot spotted Jimmy relatively quickly. He stood out easily enough, and Elliot had to will down a blush as he realized that there were girls eyeing him at the far end of the bar. Not that he had anything to blush about. He was just meeting a friend. A really good looking one. With a nice collar bone.
Jesus, a nice collar bone?
Elliot smiled sheepishly as he approached, stumbling awkwardly as he sat down on the stool next to him. "Hi," he greeted, ordering a gin and tonic for himself. Maybe it would help him relax as he seemed incapable of even seating himself at this point. When he turned back to Jimmy, he realized he had nothing to say, and a moment passed before he finally worked up the gall to ask, "How's your day been?"