The blond girl's sudden appearance made him jump. Doug dropped his replacement phone on the table mid-use, sadly not an iPhone, but you couldn't look a gift from Oracle's network in the proverbial mouth. "St-Stephanie," he said smiling and trying to hide his look of bewilderment.
I thought she hated me. This is weird.
He'd better say something. Something nice. And hope she didn't bring up Batgirl in public or something. "You... umm, you look... nice?" Smooth. Idiot. Doug wiped his hand on his reddened face and looked to see if someone was coming over to take his order and save him from the awkward silence. He looked outside, where the agent had stepped out. Well, at least some privacy... not that they didn't already know he'd been mixed up in weird Gotham stuff. Still, it took a little pressure off.