(OOC: The following story conversation is a transcript from a chat between saphiraah and myself. Any other dialogue like that will start and end with the (+) symbol.<br/><br/>+ The man looked up, surprised at the sudden voice. He almost overreacted, but caught himself. He smiled and shook his head, "No, it's just me. Could i get a Hamburger and a Budweiser please?" He saw that she tried to be sneaky and look at his eyes, so he put his head down ever so slightly.<br/><br/>She smiled, nodding agreeably, "Sure thing. Do you have your ID?" she quirked an eyebrow as he continued to avoid her gaze. Deciding not to push it, she made a show of glancing around so that he wouldn't feel pressured.<br/><br/>The man thought for a second, and then nodded, "Yeah hold on." He went into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out his new New York ID with his name on it: Evan Metra. The date of birth showed August 5th, 1990, while the issued date was June 12th 2012.<br/><br/>She took the card, glancing between what she could see of his face, and the picture on the card, then glanced at the date. Nodding, she smiled and handed the card back to him. "Alright... did you want fries with your burger or onion rings?"<br/><br/>The man thought for a second, though not too long. He tilted his head a little, "Fries should be fine thanks."<br/><br/>"Sure thing! It'll just be a few minutes. I'll be right back out with your beer. Anything else I can get you?"<br/><br/>He shook his head and smiled, "That should be it. Thanks."<br/><br/>"No worries. Sit tight, and I'll be right back." Dropping her notepad into the pouch on her apron, she tossed the long braid over her shoulder, and hurried back behind the bar, stopping once or twice to speak with customers. +<br/><br/>The young man watched her leave, and sighed. That woman had just about calmed him down for the most part. He would've lost his mind if not for that small conversation. He was also happy that he could get his food soon. The sooner he was full and out of here, the better it would be for him, and for everyone else as well. He leaned back in his chair and exhaled, still very much aware of how much attention he held in the room. Some people even looked as if they were going to approach him, and judging from the looks on their faces, they weren't going to invite him for a nice drink. He kept an eye on all of the shadier looking people, trying to relax. Usually he could handle situations calmly and without conflict, even if he was this hungry, but something was off today. It might have been the atmosphere, or just the air the people were giving off, but he felt like hitting the first person who said the wrong thing to him. He exhaled, and told himself that it would just be a few minutes and then it would be fine. At least...he hoped so.