"Most Kits are women, I think. I haven't met any other men with the name." His smile was wry now as he gathered up his belongings, sorting them into a neat pile before taking a seat where they had been and placing them on his lap. He looked over at her for a long moment. "You're not in the right area of Los Angeles even if you were the type to be inclined to shout at ducks." The concrete and steel of downtown tended to preclude duck-shouting.
He took a long drink of his coffee, shaking his head. "I work several blocks over. That building," he pointed at it with the coffee still in his hand, "is a conference center. It's a shareholders meeting, complete with brunch." He sighed. "I hate business meetings." Even if they were for his own company. He stared sullenly at the building, as if willing himself to cross the street to go inside.