Nadia peered up at him, one eyebrow arching. in surprise "Everyone needs a name," she said as she took her seat in the booth. "For example, yes, mine is Nadia, and we used to have a cat named Rambo."
Each menu was carefully handwritten on scraps of paper, computers and printers being somewhat endangered today. It was small, too -- the place served mainly mixed drinks and a bare-bones food menu -- but it was a menu, and thus a glimpse of civilisation. A small reminder of times past. So it was a thought Nadia decided to share, by way of answering his question: "It is small, and I could make this food for myself at home, but I think what it stands for is what is more important. A sign of businesses coming back, maybe. A place where people may unwind and forget their problems for a little while. And neutral, too, so that people can hopefully leave all their baggage outdoors. So I like it so far, though I have not been here long."
This woman, on the other hand, didn't have any baggage yet. She was mindful around Capitolites that she didn't know, but this man was independent and thus seemed a safe bet. "You said you know the owner?"