Emily smiled seeing Boris working on his laptop and the shop empty, happy to have him to herself for the moment.  Making eye contact, he looked a little distracted, and in retrospect perhaps she should have sent a text, inquiring if it was a good time to drop by.  Shrugging internally, she concluded there was no sense crying over spilt milk.<br/><br/>“Hi Boris.  Look what arrived today, and I wanted to share some of the latest cookies that I baked earlier.”<br/><br/>Approaching him while opening the round tin, Emily displayed the delectable contents.  “Please share them with your customers if sweets aren’t your thing.”  She rambled on a bit about the helmet, finally stopping awkwardly, realizing her nervousness was bogarting the conversation.