Dresden took in the appearance of the waitress and his breath caught. He was an immortal, he'd seen hundreds of women in their prime, but somehow none of them quite compared to the beauty standing in front of him. His nose told him her scent was something sweet and pleasant, but also picked up her anxiety, he could also read a light hope in her face. Slowly he smiled at her. "Yes, just one." he said to her, his tone soft. His voice was deep, somewhat husky in tone though it didn't seem to be intentional on his part, his eyes were fixedly on her own which was more he thought any other man could claim about this girl, he didn't realize how intense his own gaze was, though what men seemed to find intimidating about it women found breath taking.