"Huh," Dustin muttered, looking at the black card in confusion and flipping it over to look and see if he'd handed over a library card or something on accident. It just looked like a card though, other than the blackness. He guessed you could get them custom in a bunch of colors though, anyway. "Okay, hang on," he told Shi, handing the card back. He'd make sure the order was marked as paid for, and for Shi, and that was good enough, he guessed.
He made note of the last four digits of the card number to match to the order and vanished back inside. It took him a couple of minutes to pack it, since no one had yet, and he threw in an extra bag of breadsticks and dipping sauce anyway - stealing it from Mike, who had it up for one of his tables, but oh well - and then carried the bag back out, handing it over, cheeks flushed from the heat of the kitchen. "There you go. Sorry about that. . . well yeah, sorry. Order should be right though." He'd checked it against the slip.