"I wore running shoes," she admitted. "Well, no, I wore the closest that Clio has to running shoes!" She showed off her green converse and then shook her head. "And I drove myself in case I needed to hightail it to Canada. But I'm doing well now."
Patroclus brought Clio's drink over and set it down, smiling pleasantly at the new arrival.
"Oh, Will, this is Patroclus. Greek, one of the good ones."
"I try anyway," Patroclus said, offering his hand.
"This is Will Stutely," Clio introduced her date.
"Good to meet you, Will. Can I get you something to drink?"