The more she looked at him the more he felt a blush creep up his cheeks and he did his best to return a confident smile.  He watched her spin around; her skirt flaring out as she moved.  Then for some reason he could place he had the briefest memory of a twirling grass skirt come to mind; a disjointed recollection that seemed out of place here.<br/><br/>He looked around and spied a small round table with two seats; not too close to the window as to be seen by passers by; but close enough to benefit from the natural light that shone through it and so he made his way over and took off his jacket and with care he laid it across the back of the seat opposite.<br/><br/>He was peckish and the mingled smell in this place did awaken his latent sweet tooth.  Damien rolled the dice around his palm before they hit the counter, they came up with a double one; snake eyes.  He looked up as she readied his drink.  “Let the f..f..fates decide.” he stammered; “What’s the spe..pe..ciality t..today?”