View from a window

Sitting on a bus stuck in bad traffic on Church Street. Staring out the window I notice a fellow ceramics student sitting in a window seat of Mercados staring out. We catch each other's eye and somehow manage to have a conversation that goes a bit like:
Libby: "How are you?!"
Me: "I'm fine. Are you all alone?"
Libby: "No! They're in the loo. Did you go to ceramics class?"
Me: "yes I did!"
Libby: What did you make? The usual vase shape?"
Me: "no long and skinny!"
Libby: "Long and skinny!! For drinking out of?"
Me: "no"
And then the bus lurched forward. We waved goodbye.