"No, wasn't your fault, it was mine. Shoulda been watching where I was going." Daryl offered with a small upturn of his lips, and a nod of his head in her direction. It'd been awhile since he'd last seen Riza, she looked good, at least no worse for the wear living in the OC anyway. "I'm doing alright. Taking lunch." As if that wasn't obvious enough considering the bags he was holding.
"What about you? How've you been?" He asked, moving out of the way of other customers so that he could speak to her without the risk of someone bumping into him this time.