I walked up to her podium where she had a book with a map of the tables. "Just one tonight?" Her mouth dropped open when she saw me.
Yeah, babe. I get that a lot.
I caught her gaze and held it. "No. I'm waiting for my party."
She snapped her mouth closed, popped out a hip, and plastered on a vixen smile. "What's your name, honey? I'll let you know when they get here." Her voice was much higher and sweeter now.
"Beaumont."
She bent forward and scribbled down Bomount.
Excellent. Also my type. Can't spell for shit.
Her lips smacked like she was suddenly chewing gum. "You like dim sum?" Oh yeah, totally my type. Too easy. Maybe my trip up to LA wasn't such a waste of time.
"Is that what you're servin'?" I stepped forward and got in her space, towering over her tiny wooden podium.
She slowly raised her head and breathed out a long sigh. "I'm offerin' whatever you're takin'."
Way too easy. "What time you get off?"
"I'm off at nine." She smacked her imaginary gum harder.
I nodded but didn't promise her nothing. I had no idea where I'd be three hours from now, and I was already getting tired of her after just a few words. But she looked like a good fuck so maybe I'd find a way to be back here when she got off. Maybe not.