"Ah. Of course." The waiter had perfect timing, choosing just that moment to show up at their table. He seemed to be purposefully avoiding looking over at Bianca. "Black coffee, please, a large." The man scurried away, his eyes going directly from Jonathan to the floor.
"Well, this place does have excellent service. I can say that much for it." His tone was so level that it was hard to tell whether or not he'd just figured out the reason the waiter looked so nervous or if he just liked service that didn't talk.