Re: Good diner: Max and Gwen
"Gwen's fine. No one calls me Miss Riley." No one did; she went by her assigned number at the facility. Her first name, which was only used by the people who didn't like referring to her by number, hearkened to the project name - The Gwen Project. Riley was an arbitrary selection on her part, so that she would be able to use the town forums and explore a larger world digitally. "I try to be super thorough." Though not thorough enough to realize that she needed to pay for the treat the diner had provided.
She shook his hand back too firmly, not yet accustomed the motion with someone who didn't work in the lab. There, they treated her like she kind of might break at any moment, and it wasn't true practice for the outside world. She had the passing thought that she would need to disinfect her fingers when she got back to her room, but it was worth the risk to have experienced a handshake that wasn't meted out with gloved fingers.
She gave him one last smile, deep dimpled and bright, before she ducked outside and turned in a circle, attempting to orient herself without use of GPS devices. That way, she decided. And that was the way she went.