Noah stopped stirring his tea and looked up. The blonde young lady from down the counter had moved closer, and now leaned against the formica, in such a way that offered him a clear view of her quite lovely charms. Noah looked, because he couldn't not look, a quick glance down and then back up to her face, trained by too many years of working with female students to be crass about it.
For a fleeting moment, he wondered if she'd just cast out a pick-up line, but then decided he was being foolish; he was not the sort women picked up, particularly women like this. He offered her a smile. "I eat here frequently. I just ordered spanakopita and tabbouleh, and can recommend that whole-heartedly. Although honestly, everything here is excellent."