He almost laughed, almost. Instead, he gave her another smirk. "I'd never say no to such beautiful dinner company, either. Please, join me." He was just around the corner from the diner now, and he opened the door, passing through it without holding it for her.
He took a seat, and although he already knew what was on the menu, he opened it to give it a once over. "I'm afraid I don't pay for the dinner of women who invite themselves to be my dinner date, so we'll be going dutch tonight, darling."
He put the menu back and looked up at the waitress with an oily smile when she approached. "Rib Eye, rare with the baked potato and green beans. And we're going to split the check." He gestured between himself and Marion.
"Going to make a habit of this, Angel? You'll get a reputation, you know."