Olivia and Sasha
By this point Sasha had finished his meal (which might have consisted of two burgers, don’t judge.) with the rest of his family and had taken to mingling around first the dining portion of the restaurant and then the communal area. He was just in the middle of a discussion about a new tattoo with one of the Hellhound patches when a familiar face appeared near the doorway, a familiar face holding what looked to be a milkshake. Without missing a beat, Sasha stepped into Olivia’s eyeline, knowing it would be rude for him to get her attention without her being able to see where he was.
“Hey, have one of those for me?” Sasha called out to her before he excused himself from the conversation he had been having with said patch. “Unless it’s vanilla, in which case I’ll have to politely decline.” he added with a grin, knowing full well that Olivia had one and only one milkshake in her hand.