"One orange juice it is," Mason said, giving the woman another smile. There was something intriguing about her, that made his gaze linger probably just the slightest bit too long when he said it. Coughing slightly, he began to move away when her voice stopped him. Turning to him, he gave her a nod. "One orange juice, and one glass of water, then."
As he turned away once more to leave, he couldn't help but wonder what was making her seem on edge, was it? There was just something in the way she held herself that made it seem as if she were uncomfortable, maybe waiting for the inevitable bad to happen. Over the years, under many names, Mason had acquired a habit of watching people, noticing their little habits or how they held themselves. If watching them didn't intrigue him within the first few moments of interaction, it was safe to say Mason would take no interest in harming the other person. But as it had happened, all he'd had to do was look at this woman and he was quite interested.
It didn't take long to get the orange juice and water, and he was back at the table within just a few minutes. Setting them down for her, he watched her for a moment before asking, "Have you had a chance to look over the menu? Do you know what you'd like to order?"