Subtly, underneath the noise of his music, Brendan heard movement coming from the bar. He opened his eyes and paused his iPod for a moment, then jumped down from the counter. Though the menu was held rather high, he could see lovely blonde locks behind. Brendan took out his earphones, stuffing them down the front of his shirt, and cleared his throat before he moved to her.
He gave her just a little bit of space as he leaned near her. Standing there for a moment, he gave her some time to think about what she wanted while giving himself a better look at her. Her face was much more clear from this angle and she looked somewhat flustered.
"Mozarella sticks are on special tonight," Brendan finally chimed in. "Unless of course you have something in mind?"