Cohen wasn’t sure what to expect when he approached. She looked a little bored, if not pleasant, and he figured it was as good a place to start as any. Certainly better than wandering aimlessly around calling out a name, which sounded pretty awful honestly. Despite hoping for a quick answer as to who this mysterious ‘P’ was, he was not expecting it when she jumped to her feet excitedly and announced it was her. Huh. Imagine the odds of that luck. He tried for another smile as she confirmed that her me meant it was in fact her, nodding as he started to read off the order but she was continuing before he could say anything.
“That’s right, it is,” he confirmed with a nod, then seemed to consider. “Although sea nettle stew sounds a little dangerous if I can be honest with you.” Once again, his attempts at humor were probably lost on everyone but him, which prompted Cohen to clear his throat a little as he extended the bag to her. “I believe it said you were going to pay when it arrived?” he added, though he probably should have looked at that a little more carefully before he handed over the food. Oh well.
As he waited, it seemed to occur to him for the first time what she had said. In his surprise at her eagerness, he had nearly overlooked what she had said her name was. Cohen wrinkled his brow a little as if trying to remember, before he just decided to let his awkwardness be known. “What did you say the P stood for again?” There was a faint tingling in the back of his mind, as if something important were within reach, but honestly he had no idea why that would even be.