Given Tracey was assertive about ordering, Zach just sat there and waited as the waitress came over, wrote down the orders and left again. He was used to getting to know waitstaff at the places he frequented, but this was Tracey's place not his.
And, looking across the table, she was nervous. Well, Zach was always good at carrying most of a conversation, but he didn't want to bore her. It was then he noticed the ink on her wrist, and he grinned. "You have a tattoo!" Zach declared, though he couldn't quite make out what it was, "What's the design?"