"I'm sorry. Uhm, Miss Chloe." He began awkwardly. Not sure wether or not she disliked titles. Where he was from, it was considered rude not to call a woman mam, or miss. But modern women were a very fickle bunch. Sometimes they wanted formality. Other times they refused it. He looked a little nervous then. Miss Chloe sounded like the Jamaican fortune teller. He didn't mean to sound insulting. A small blush appeared on his cheeks. But he said nothing of it.
"So. Miss Chloe, I'm Jack. Uhm, is there anything you would care for at the moment?" He wasn't sure what the woman old enough to be his mother, liked. Many Americans didn't care at all for Greek food. He tugged his case over his shoulder some more as he glanced around. Waiting for her to answer somewhat frigidity. He couldn't afford sit down quality.