Jackson had asked for and gotten the day shift so he could go out on his date with Ginny that night, but since the bar didn't need a bouncer and Jackson needed the money, he was on bar, busing and wait duty. Basically, if someone needed a break, he was the filler. He much preferred standing all night looking intimidating and occassionally cracking a skull but as he needed the money, Jackson was anything but picky.
Gathering up the plates and glasses from the last patrons, Jackson took note of the newcomer with a glance and walked over to him with his hands full. The bar was close to empty so Jackson felt confident in his memory to at least grab the man's drink order.
But as he approached, he began to feel that sinking nagging recognition he felt with Keiran, Ginny and Sam. It wasn't as strong with this new man as it was with Keiran or Ginny, but it was on level with the feelings he got around Sam. He knew this guy... somehow and he'd bet his entire savings and then some that this large man had a journal too. "Menu's on the table. Can I get you something to drink?" Jackson asked in still slightly halting Greek.
He'd always had a good ear for languages and his ear for Greek was even better than even the one he had for Spanish (and he was fluent in that). He'd memorized a few phrases already and could already decipher quite a bit of Greek, both in speech and written word. Even his accent wasn't bad or so he'd been told by the native bartenders and staff at the bar. It was... eerie.