Neame, it's good to see you again." "I'm Gareth, I told you. That, and his manners," the man points at Tom with his champagne, giving me a look of mock disapproval. "I'm so sorry, you're right, of course, Gareth." "Are you throwing yourself into game production? Are you my new competitor?" "I could never dream of competing with you, you are a master at your craft. And I hate to cut it short, but I owe my friend here a drink... Can we meet at home?" "Sure, sure. I still need to get in touch with Luke, I have some ideas to submit to him." "I'm sure he would be very happy to hear from you. Really, man, it's good to see you!” They separate, and Tom's steps quicken as he crosses the last few meters of packed crowd. As we approach the bar I see that Wide-eyes is still haunting the station, now staring at another unaware young woman. You're about to find an excuse to turn away when Tom turns the full force of his bright smile on you