He led her inside, then sprawled out on his side of the booth, taking up the whole seat and relaxing against the window as he browsed through the menu, grumping a little internally that they didn't even have BEER on the menu.
"What the fuck'm I supposed to drink? Coke," he muttered to himself. He had a flask in his pocket, he could make it work. He looked at her and sat the menu down.
"Would you mind horribly if I photographed you later? Just for fun."