"A pleasure." Peter glanced towards her, a smile as close to real as he could manage. Despite the fact that Rose seemed like a pleasant young woman, his mind was far too busy with the thoughts plaguing him. If he could, he would have left by now, too irritable and worked up to be bothered with small talk.
Rose reminded him of one of his old secretaries, now that he thought about it. The woman had been pleasant, smiled easily and wasn't hard on the eyes. Peter had worked with her for nearly ten years until she left the company to return to school. Unfortunately, he lost touch with her. Snapping himself out of that tangent, he attempted to be better company.
"The name, where you're from. The ever boring 'what do you do for a living.' I won't ask your age if you don't ask mine." He laughed a little to try and lift some of the darkness over him. Sometimes Peter felt older than his years and sometimes he didn't want to admit how old he actually was, and it wasn't that he was even that old. Maybe it was nearing mod-life crisis age that made it a more touchy subject. "You already know where I'm from, and I work for an investment company," he offered, leaving out his position in the company.