Eliza pouted as the beautiful gentleman completely brushed her off. This really hasn’t been her night. She sighed, defeated, and went back to her seat, leg bouncing beneath the table in frustration.<br/><br/>Abia looked up at the man warily. “Uhm....I’m sorry, but I don’t let just anybody into the kitchen or behind the bar.” She says this as courteously, and as firmly, as she can do as not to be walked over but also to not seem harsh in her response, “I’m afraid I only have a limited stock and I don’t know anything about you or who you are. So if there is something that you’d like, you can request it and I’ll happily do what I can to accommodate you. Otherwise, my answer to you is no.” Her brows furrowed a little bit, surprised that a complete stranger could have the gall to just ask that of her and her establishment.