Scarlett paused at his words. She knew what she wanted - what she had wanted since she could remember. It was tempting, it seemed this man was the kind of person that could give someone everything they ever wanted. For a price, of course. A deal with the devil. She shook herself out of her trail of thought, determined not to give in. She didn't want anything to do with a man like that.<br/><br/>The waitress knew he was waiting for her to tell him her name. If she wasn't wearing a name tag, she wouldn't have given it to him. Or she would have given a fake name if he insisted. "Scarlett. My name's Scarlett." She stuttered, placing the shattered plate onto a waitress trolley in the corner. She hovered there for a moment, her back to him. Taking a deep breath as she tried to relax.<br/><br/>When she returned to him, she bent down once again to pick up the rest of the mess. It wasn't clear that she was nervous. "There's nothing I really want. Honestly, it's fine." She insisted, her voice firm and confident.