"You get used to it," Steve says. He's sitting at a table close by with a pad in front of him (a real pad, full of paper), pencil resting between his fingers. A coca-cola is sitting by his elbow getting warm.

He smiles at the woman and gives her a polite nod in greeting. He doesn't want to be rude and horn in on her alone time, but he's been watching her for a little while and is willing to chance it that she won't mind.

Hopefully she doesn't mind the rough sketch he's started, either.