"You too." He smiled. He'd try to make a point of keeping in touch. He considered her a friend, after all. He was just terrible about keeping in touch. He couldn't exactly pick up the phone and call someone, but he could text. He just needed to do that more.
"Take care, Marguerite." He got up and headed out, feeling a whole lot better than he had when he'd gone in to get his coffee. Having a face to face with an old friend could do that, he supposed. He was very glad he'd run into her.