Harvey liked acquaintances, they were so much better than friends and infinitely superior to an enemy. It was lucky that the people he was living with were mildly inoffensive and it seemed the new girl was going to join that category.
"Harvey Specter," he agreed, mostly out of habit, hardly anyone knew him as Harvey after all. "Tyra, yes?" He'd always been good with names and faces, it was important in his world. Well, his old world.
He paused, glancing at the door then back at her. "Yeah," he said with a quick smile. "Mike Ross." Harvey hated the bfriend word so much but sometimes it seemed so fitting and probably the only way to describe the situation. "Boyfriend," he added, practically groaning as he did. "And I really hate that word." Harvey smiled again, leaning up against the counter deciding it would be polite to at least linger for a moment.