The Balladeer has never quite cottoned on to texting; why do that when you can just speak with people? But this also means that he's a poor hand at detecting subtleties of text message, so he hasn't given Greta's absence a second thought. People get busy!

It doesn't mean he hasn't missed talking to her, though, so he brightens when he sees her across a street, rocking forward onto his toes and waving. "Greta! Hi!" He's already crossing; there's no escaping him now. Technically he was headed in the opposite direction to begin with, but there's a guitar case over his shoulder and he jingles faintly when he moves. Today was already a good busking day, and as that's his only regular job, he has literally nowhere else to be right now. And nothing to do but follow Greta to the grocery store, perhaps.