"Well if you change your mind, just let me know." Mason said, giving her another smile. It was part of the job. Be amiable, polite, and smile. The customer is always right, and they need to feel as if they are appreciated above all else. "I'll be right back with your food, assuming it's ready." And with that, Mason left Lisa at the table, thinking about her probably more than he should have as he walked away to retrieve her food. Granted these were no good thoughts. These were thoughts that involved Lisa Blankenship chained to a chair, gagged, blindfolded and possibly cut and bleeding. Oh, it sounded like so much fun, he wanted to do it now, she seemed so perfect, but he was at work. Work was work. Play was play, and he wasn't sure he could get away with that kind of play just yet.
Returning to her table, Mason had her food, and placing it on the table, he took the chance to look her over a little more. She reminded him of a girlfriend he'd once had, cheating, lying bitch that she'd been. It kind of endeared her to him in an odd way. "Everything look ok?"