Had one the first day, [he admits, willing as ever to make fun of himself, still that air of a smile hovering around him. It's incredibly good just to see her, but that she's relaxed and not at odds with him is even more than he'd expected after the way they'd met.]

I can't read it at all. [Bruce admits it freely, without a trace of shame.] It's pretty complex, and I've had too much other stuff to work on.

[They enter the café, Bruce ducking in through the door, and inside it's a clean, unremarkable atmosphere. Just Bruce's kind of place. It's also one where you go up to the counter and place and receive your order, no one to wait on you, which he also prefers. He goes to get a table first, winding his way through them toward one in the back with more privacy.]

There's still a lot left to do, and Betty was always a big help when we were working together. New set of eyes, totally different fields...