Dylan Murphy<br/><b>Location</b>: GPC - Split Bean<br/><b>Tagged</b>: Lucy Martin<br/><br/><i>'Damn, caught'</i>he thought to himself.  He  smirk was a bit sheepish as well and he nodded 'It's a fair cop".  He took her hand firmly and shook it.  He took physical contact seriously , like a smile, it was not something to take for granted.  "Alright, you have a deal. "  He grinned at her and let her lead him to the table at which she wanted to sit, and then pulled out her chair and sat next to her.  He stuck out his hand "Dylan" he said and expected hers in return, he tried not to look at name tags because he didn't want to be thought to be checking out a gal's breasts unless he was actually checking them out.<br/><br/>"You are pretty quick I have to say, normally I am out the door before anyone noticed what kind of tip I leave.  I assure you I am not some philanthropist or anything.  I just know it doesn't take a lot to make someone smile, to maybe make their whole day a little better. "   He sipped his dark roast   "You see my grandmother was a waitress, and she told me my great grandmother was a waitress during the days and cleaned offices at night, while my great grandfather Murphy worked on the factory floor. "  he paused to take another sip  "In my line of work, I get to know a lot of  wait staff, and I believe in taking care of the people who are taking care of me "<br/><br/>"Myself, I have had things pretty good, at least lately"   That was more or less true, at least financially, things were going better now than they ever had for him.  Personally, well, they could be better. He had to admit taking the opportunity to sit with a pretty gal did help his mood and his perceptions.  He could get pretty mission locked at times, and when that happened, he tended to be a bit more grim.<br/><br/>"So tell me about you, you don't strike me as your typical city gal"  He smiled broadly to let her know he meant it only in the best way possible.