Peter felt his smile grow at her assurance. "Thanks Cass, I'm-" Too late, he watched as the girl shuttled off to other customers and their needs. He felt like an idiot. Why was he trying to introduce himself to a waitress at a random dinner? He knew he had girl problems, but he wasn't that desperate. Still if that night with Wanda had taught him one thing, it was to be on the lookout when you least expected it.
After about a moment of looking, Peter decided on getting a cheeseburger with fries. The favorite food of teenagers since 1951. He waited for Cassie to come back before ordering.