Carl wore, his italian black patent shoes, mixed with his specially tailored pants, and a diesel shirt. He left the collar open, exposing some of his bare, muscular chest. He then saw Emma enter, she looked absolutely stunning, he wanted to rush towards and give her a hug and a kiss and then saw her husband, who was okay looking himself, and he didn't seem to look like such a bad guy.<br/><br/>Carl cut across the room to their table, his light cologne, turned the heads of more then one female as he made his way to their table, notepad and pen out. He started by announcing himself to Chris, "Good evening sir," He then turned to Emma, a creeping grin on his face, he had to stop himself from laughing right there and then, "Madam." He managed before turning back to Chris with a smile, "May I get you some drinks whilst you look over the menu?" He questioned Chris, never having been a waiter before Carl just improvised. "Also are you together? Family or partners?" He said teasing Emma but speaking to Chris.