"Hey," he replied, shoving his hands into his pockets. He knew he should have rushed over to greet her, maybe even threw his arms around her for a hug, but Tino was not that kind of person. Maybe at one point, he had been. But not for a long, long time. "Yeah. It's nothing special. Just chicken, rice and some vegetables, but..." He trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence. "Yeah."
He moved, at least, to take her purse from her, placing it on the coat rack with their useless jackets (at least in this heat). "Are you hungry?"