"Well..." Alex began hesitantly, "Alright then."

They finally made it to the restaurant.  Alex was thankful for the quietness of the place.  They didn't have to tell over each other or do anything crazy just to be able to hear.

"Oh, sorry, I'm Alex Hawke," Alex said, feeling awfully rude for not introducing herself earlier.  She held out her hand for a handshake, something that she did for anyone she interviewed or spoke to for the newspaper.  Somehow this felt a little too formal.  "And you're Cole Cross, the student from Toronto, right?  I heard there was a problem with your visa."