Tony was intensely staring at her from the first moment he noticed her. He kept staring even after she was sitting down. It was quiet for a long moment, before one shoulder twitched upward and he shook his head a little bit. There. Took care of those heebie jeebies.
"Yep, here we are." He tipped his chin down so the sunglasses slipped down his nose just a little bit, eyes squinting over the top. "Just so you know, this is a no smoking zone. So watch it."
Tony held up one hand and wagged it around, looking like the kid in the back of the classroom that wanted called on. He knows the answer. C'mon. Call on him.
A waiter rushed over. "Yes, Mr. Stark?"
"Booze me," was Tony's answer. He pointed over at Ellen. "Booze us both. What do ya want, Hot Wings?"
The waiter did a double take, not sure if hot wings was an order or a nickname.
"No," Tony clarified. "She's Hot Wings. Don't ask. It's awkward."
The waiter looked at Ellen expectantly. The sort of expectant that maybe begged to be saved from the land of confusion.