Tracey glanced over when she was offered a chair at an already occupied table. The guy sitting there looked familiar. After a moment, she nodded and sat her tray down and took the open seat. "Thank you. I could go back to the office, but - lunch away is supposed to be lunch away."
"And - this is going to sound odd, but you look familiar. Do you work around here or something?" She took a small bite of her sandwich while trying to place his face. Tracey was fairly sure he didn't work at the radio station, on-air or off-air. Occasionally they got deliveries and paperwork, of course, as well as the occasional miscellaneous for contest prizes and such. Maybe he did something associated with that?