"You can if you like," Ianto said, straightening his waistcoat with a little jerk to the bottom and turning towards the new customer. It was rather slow at the moment, which meant that the place was quiet. He welcomed that; it soothed his mental turmoil.
He gave the man a long, considering look, trying to gauge what it was, exactly, that he'd order. Just a game he played with himself. If he had to guess, he'd pick something light, like tea and lemon. Nothing really milky. "What is it you'd like to order?"