Stanley
If Thalia noticed his wandering gaze, she brought no attention to it — part of her job *Was* Keeping up appearances, after all, she certainly couldn't protest. She maintained her smile all the while, picturesque dimples framing the hollows of her face. "Perfect!" She chirped, turning away for a split second to snag a pair of menus from the hostess stand, before letting her gaze flit back to Levon's face. "-Drinks? Ah, yes! Not too big of a collection, mind you, since we don't have a full service bar. But I'm sure you'll find something that's to your liking."

With a lackadaisical wave of the menus clasped in her hand, she guided the man further into the cafe, weaving through the labyrinth of tables to reach a booth on its far side. Thalia set one of the menus down in front of him (the other notably remained in her hand for the time being), before straightening back up. "Any particular drink you had in mind? I'll grab you some water in the meantime."
Donna
Levon's appearance wasn't nearly as refined as the lady serving him, his skin lined with a light sweat. Hair unkempt. Yet sometimes those features only boost an appearance. His clothes were simple and made for running, a hoodie, sweatpants, running shoes, and what lied beneath. Levon unconsciously noted her cute dimples, and the nonchalant movements of someone that's been working for quite some time. He calmly followed her lead to the booth she assigned him. As she sat down the menu he took a seat quickly looking through the list. He quickly looked at the drinks, and decided.

"I'll start with a simple *Beer.* The brand doesn't matter, you can pick your favorite if you'd like." Levon didn't have a real craving at the moment. But he was sure one would come after the first one. Then there was the issue of food. He had tried several foods there before, but he had no favorite making choices more challenging. *Especially* When he's being served by a waitress as attractive as Thalia.
Gil
Thalia fielded all sorts of characters in her line of work, all of which she took in stride. Levon, though not her *Typical* Customer, was a pleasant interruption to the dullness of her day — it certainly didn't hurt that he was quite easy on the eyes. Not one to get distracted from her work, though, she kept her musings to herself. 

"-A beer," She echoed absentmindedly, peeking over his shoulder at the available selection. "Sure, coming right up!" With a habitual bow of her head, Thalia turned to make her way towards the kitchen, the bounce in her step accompanied by the subtle sway of her hips as she walked. 

She returned only a few minutes later, double-fisting a bottle of Stella and a perspiring glass of ice water. Setting both down before Levon, the maid clasped her hands together once more. "Anything else I can do for you, sir?" Her tone was sweet — perhaps a *Bit* Suggestive to the trained ear, but otherwise innocent.

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Donna
Amongst the things Levon liked about Thalia he added one more as she turned away to go get his drink. Her hip sway was possibly one of the loveliest things he had seen all day. Levon finished admiring her before looking back at the menu surely, still unable to locate a food item he liked. At least by the time Thalia was back he hadn't progressed any.

"*Anything else?*" He thoughtlessly repeated. Levon slowly looked back at her curiously now, his eyes wanting far more than before. "Well would you mind sitting with me? Whenever you're not busy that is?" He pulled his glass of Stella to his lips sipping it slowly before smiling happily at the simple taste he knew would help.
Stanley
Thalia was more than happy to enable his wandering gaze. She *Was* A rather buxom woman, which her uniform seemed designed to accentuate — layers of frills and lace, the garments clinging to the generous valleys of her curvature, leaving very little to the imagination. Though it had taken her __a while__ to grow accustomed to the kind of attention that was lavished upon her in this line of work, at this point she'd come to enjoy it. *Especially* From customers who caught her eye, like Levon had moments prior.

Her brows raised to a gentle peak upon fielding his request. "-Oh! Um, sure! We're not particularly busy today, so I wouldn't mind at all." Mirroring his smile, Thalia habitually smoothed her hands along the length of her skirt, before easing herself into the seat across from him. She rested her elbows on the table, her unpronounced biceps inadvertently sandwiching her breasts together (they took up *Quite* A bit of real estate). "So- you're a runner?"
Donna
*Stellar.* The word probably popped in his head due to the drink he was drinking, but... The word described his very thoughts. Levon tried hard, not to be amazed- but her plump hourglass figure made things extremely difficult. His face reddened again giving a much clear blush. "A *Runner*?" Levon's lips let the word sit in his head as her question finally clicked. "Oh! I mean- I used to do several sports during college. It made paying for tuition easy. Now it's more of a habit, or a stress reliever." *Levon explained thoroughly while taking another sip of the beer. His water so far untouched* "What about you? Miss Waitress. With your looks I wouldn't be surprised if you were a model. So why here?" *Truly he was happy to at least slide in a compliment, so far she'd already indirectly made his day better. She deserved that at the very least.*

"Oh! Another question, what's the best dessert here? I've heard girls have better tastes when it comes to sweets." *He figured drinking and eating a lot would end up with him asleep, so avoiding a proper meal would probably help.*