She had been passing the time, chewing on her straw and scrolling idly through her phone. When Celeste heard his voice, she looked up, ready to cuss out a drunken tourist who was probably about to bother the hell out of her. Then she remembered what she had come for.
"Hi, there." Celeste used the code word. "Looking for some ice?"
The brunette scanned him up and down. He was appreciably better looking than most of the goons she had to deal with in order to make an income and not have to work some 9 to 5 clock-puncher. Maybe this could even be a little fun. "It's hot enough out here for it."