She was settling into the rhythm that was so familiar to her, making her rounds through the tables, hurrying back to the bar to fill orders, then repeating the process. Half way through the normal evening rush, a single guy came into the bar and sat down. It was unusual to see a single figure come into a bar alone and sit down, so she took note. He seemed simply bored, and looked as though he was waiting for someone to join him. She delivered a round of beer to a table, endured a few sexual inuendos from the drunken jocks, then moved toward the corner.<br/><br/>"Evening," she placed a cardboard coaster on the table printed with the Muggs logo on the table before him. The coaster was only used to signify to other servers that the customer had been greeted by a waitress. "Are you waiting for friends? Can I bring you anything while you wait?"<br/><br/>She tilted her head to the side, trying to see around the hat he wore so low that she couldn't see his face. He seemed to be almost averting his gaze, trying not to be seen. Feeling a slight bit of suspicion rising with in her, she offered a bright smile, leaning a hip against the table as she waited to take his order.