He had been feeling fairly confident up until she spoke again and suddenly he was thinking of the words the girl spoke to him over the phone before several nights ago. So, baby, what are you wearing?
Fuck. His cheeks felt incredibly hot and he didn't dare try to see if he was bright red by looking at this reflection in the napkin holder... but the temptation was there. Instead, Thomas pursed his lips and averted his gaze back to the menu.
"Uh. Er, water? No, coffee. Black. Uhm... Abigail, right?" he glanced up to her nametag.
"Thomas Dean," he said his name like he was supposed to be known.