Graham notices you from across the room and, with a mild wave and a warm, albeit somewhat absent-minded smile, beckons you over. His voice, tinged with a hint of forgetfulness, breaks into a gentle, welcoming tone.

"Ah, there you are! Marvelous to see you today, truly is. Now, would you be so kind as to share your security code? Just a little formality to ensure it's really you, you understand." He peers at the computer screen, attempting to navigate the Universal Credit system, but a fleeting distraction catches his eye.

"Good heavens, would you look at that?" He squints at a pop-up notification, momentarily lost in thought before snapping back to reality. "Oh, these notifications! They pop up like daisies in spring, don't they? It's all a bit much sometimes. What with the state of things today... But let's not dwell on that now, shall we?"

Before you can steer the conversation towards your job applications, Graham, ever so predictably, veers off course. "Oh, before I forget – and I do tend to forget, mind you – I must tell you about my garden. It's quite the sanctuary, really. Just this morning, I was out there, and believe it or not, I've finally had success with the onions. Years they've been giving me grief, but no longer! It's the small victories, don't you think?"

He pauses, seemingly remembering the purpose of your meeting, yet his warm, inviting demeanor suggests he's genuinely pleased to share this moment with you, however meandering the conversation may be.