The customer, as Daphne had thought earlier, was<i>definitely </i>not fully aware of the  world and what was going on around him.  She maintained a pleasant face and voice when she replied, "I'm sorry sir, Tomato isn't one of our soup choices, tonight.  If you'd like to order 'off the menu' I'm certain that the chef will accomodate you, but it will will take some extra time to prepare."<br/><br/>The nymph made a closer study of the man's hair and face.  His hair suggested something of a 'bookish' personality, but it was at odds with the tanned skin.  He might 'clean up nicely'.  What might he look like in some decent clothes, she wondered, or simply naked?<br/><br/>Other customers were entering the restaurant and Daphne would need to give them some attention, soon.  Still remaining pleasant and professional, she asked the robed customer, "Would you like to order the tomato soup, off menu, or perhaps try either the Avgolemono or the vegetarian Lemon Chickpea Orzo, which I can serve you without much wait?"<br/><br/>The elevator door in the back, the one that led to the lounge opened and a vital, fortyish man, olive skinned, clean shaven and black haired, stepped out from in a fine white dress shirt with french cuffs, a dark bronze colored vest, black pants and shiny black shoes emerged and stepped into the kitchen, which was out of view from the front counter.