By the look on her face, he was betting his absence at the diner had been noted. Gus would admit that he was kind of a hard guy to forget about, if only because he was so noticeable. He kept smiling at her, hoping he could set her straight before she went home.
Gus knew he wasn't too approachable right now, drenched in sweat from his run on the treadmill, his breathing was a little short.
"Hey, Lou," he said, "I'm sorry I haven't been by the diner. I had a few cases pile up, I wound up eating mostly from the vending machine at my desk, and the week just got away from me."
Gus gestured back the way she'd come, "Glad you're taking that class, Lou. And I'm sorry I was such a condescending douchebag to you about that little jog of yours. The way I went about it was out of line."
He offered her his hand, eyebrows raised. Friends?