"Hello, I'm John Doe..."

"Hello, I'm John Doe," you begin, standing and extendeding your hand over the table, but Lucy doesn't even look at you.

"I'm Lucy," She mumbles, looking at the floor.

After a second you respond with, "It's considered polite to shake someone's hand in situations like this Lucy," you say, and she reaches out to shake it once, quickly, then goes back to looking at the floor.

"So I'm told you like to write poetry Lucy?" You try again, and this time there's a reaction.

"They told me to bring some, in case you wanted to hear it," She mumbles but slightly more audibly than before. "Do you?" She finishes, almost flinching...