[As depressed as she is regarding events, one can't really allow themselves to starve. Or... at least pass up pastries (Come on now). So when he arrives, she quietly approaches the booth.]
I'll have one of those, please. [Pointing to one of the sweetest looking.] . . . And those, and that.... and maybe this one, too.
[Stress eating!? All right, so she's buying a lot.]