Looking for her mobile telephone...

Mrs B met some colleagues for dinner after office hour tonight. Promised to pick her up to drive home. Parked the car, found a bench in the park. The evening gets lighter every day. Gives you energy. A man next to me had obviously got too much in a bar on his way home. Was forced to sit there to regain control. Did his best to concentrate, Was keeping his office bag close to him. Nice chat though.
But there she was, Mrs B looking for her mobile telephone to call me. I shook hands with the man on the bench.