"Okay!" Tracey signaled to one of the waitresses who came right over, scribbling the order down on a pad of paper as Tracey murmured, "Two lattes please, thank you." As the waitress moved away, Tracey shifted slightly in her seat. Now what was she supposed to do. Biting her lip she rested her hands on the table, fingers tracing absentmindedly around the tattoo on her wrist as she said awkwardly, "So..." She was still gnawing on her lip, blushing a bit now as she said, "Sorry, I'm not so good at conversations sometimes. I honestly used to be so much better at it..."