"Huh." The response was wholly noncommittal as Lindsey tapped the end of the pen against his temple, attention torn a few seperate ways. He snorted quietly and shook his head. "Not that I consider myself a special snowflake but there's not a whole lot of people like myself," he replied, making a mark on the paper.
He reached across the counter to hail the passing waitress, giving her a quick smile. "Those french fries smell pretty good. Think I could get a plate of those?" His stomach growled quietly, a sign he needed a little more than coffee. The waitress nodded and continued down the counter while Lindsey sat back, stretching his arms behind him.