She was off putting, certainly, and the man at his podium wasn't quite sure what to do as she set her bag there. It could have been a bomb--stranger things had happened--but he moved on and continued to smile. Two could play at that game, and he'd seen plenty of pretty faces before. Maybe not quite that pretty, or not quite so recently, but still! "My name is Sebastian." He said with an easy smile, nodding to her bags. "Shall I assume that means you intend to stay for lunch, Miss...?"<br/><br/>The men around the room watched her from booths, or from behind menus, or from their meal.<br/><br/>Carlo let his eyes flick up to her from his meal, briefly, and gave her a lingering glance before returning to his contemplation of the dance between pasta and cream.