She laughed looking over at him.  He was sweet.  Badass looking in that outfit, but sweet.  She couldn't help but grin.  The inside of the restraunt was open, with light everywhere.  It wasn't a particularly sunny day outside, in fact, it looked like it was about to rain...again.  But this was Chicago, and rain was part of it.  The tables were laid with plates and silverware, a wine glass at every spot.  The walls were a beige stone color, and there were various paintings of wine and the "old country" everywhere.  This was an italian restruant.  A very expensive restraunt.  And it was empty for right now.<br/><br/>"I didn't expect you to wear it in everyday situations, it was more for the club or something, I dunno.  It does look wonderful on you though...and it fits great..." she commented, trying to keep her mind from wandering to other, unclean acts.  She blushed again, and smiled.  She pointed to a door that was for staff.  "Go back there, I'll be there in a minute."  she nodded, and headed over to a burly looking man, who was in his mid-fifties.  She began explaining things to him in italian, smiling.  He laughed and nodded, but only after checking his watch.  She was 10 mins early, as always.  She nodded and headed back to the door she'd instructed him to go thru with a pristine white shirt, like her own, a tie and black pants.<br/><br/>"Your shoes will have to do, but I'm working a long shift, and you'll be bored without something to do.  So you're going to be my trainee today."  she nodded.  "Go put these on in the mens restroom, then come back, I'll be right here..."