John's eyes narrowed a little at the muttering, but then he shrugged. Water off a duck's back. It wasn't like people being frustrated with him was a novelty. Walking inside, he immediately took account of the exits, the counter (beer on tap!), who and what and where. Standard operating procedure.
Settling into a booth that was near enough to the exit to allow him to see anyone coming in or approaching the diner/cafe/whatever, John pulled out his wallet, clearly intending to pay for both of them. There were already menus provided, so he handed one over, before standing: "You want a drink?"
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Date: 2016-06-10 08:25 am (UTC)Settling into a booth that was near enough to the exit to allow him to see anyone coming in or approaching the diner/cafe/whatever, John pulled out his wallet, clearly intending to pay for both of them. There were already menus provided, so he handed one over, before standing: "You want a drink?"