I'll have the finest waiting, with a side order of any and all juicy deets.
[And at the coffee shop she will wait, sitting up on a high stool at one of the window running tables. For all they have in common, they divide at fashion. Because in comparison to whatever fabulous ensemble Garcia may be sporting, Rebecca counters with a vaguely rolled out of a ditch look. Save the sneakers, which glisten beautifully. She sits with one of said sneakers hiked up on the rung of the chair, two fancy drinks waiting and her eyes on the door.]