"Not very," Eugenides said, in a tone that stated the obvious.
He didn't like how this man was being vague, and neither did he enjoy the fact that the city was just the same. He finished his milk, placed the glass back on the table before he leaned lazily against the cushions of his seat, left arm spread wide against the back of it. He swung a leg over his other one so that it crossed, and he stared at the smudge of blueberry on his plate, looking pensively...
"So where's this friend of yours?" he asked, looking up to his companion, kicking his lifted leg up a little, looking comfortable.