[She looked like she thought Caesar was gonna come out from back and eat her. Nick could have said something maybe, reassuring. Caesar was five foot six, maybe seven if you were gonna be generous and big. He was an import, because they were all fuckin' driftwood in Repose and Caesar wasn't no different. Grumpy but all bark, no bite. They bit, they didn't work Nick's place. So he found it funny instead. He didn't point out the cash register because he figured most people got to be Destiny's age, they knew how.
He watched her dart in and out and around and she reappeared like she was gonna go serve a table right off. He was planning on moving the cutlery off of the booth in back, the place that was outta the way enough she could do it over and over until she was fine but the bell over the door rang out and Nick glanced up. Two people, a guy and a kid and they looked like they were out of towners. Maybe eyeballing antiques from a town over, maybe they were B and B'ers looking for a meal. Who the fuck cared? They were here.]
Go on, then. [In the deep end and no sympathy. Nick sat back, and prompted.] You start by seating 'em. Pick a table, offer it to 'em. Start the way you expect someone to start with you.