It was becoming glaringly obvious that the woman was a fan of Miguel's, Tina could feel herself inwardly sighing. She really didn't want to deal with this tonight. They were celebrating, celebrations for the new life they were wanting to make together, the new home they wanted to buy, why did it have to always get ruined?
An idea struck, just as they were asked about drinks and appetizers. "I think we'd love a bottle of wine, we're celebrating," she admitted then, nervously tapping her nails against her thigh just under the table. She was using all of her courage to do this. "You must recognize him, right? DJ Maximus? It's perfectly alright, just... If we promise he'll sign something after, we c-could get a quiet dinner?" she asked hopefully.