"That would be funnier," Seth began as a well-trained waiter- as they all are here at La Luna- pulled out a seat for her, "If it did not happen yesterday." In fact, during the years when Seth was rising toward stardom, so many women had came forward (and a few men) with promiscuous offerings that it no longer fazes Seth when one of them wants to show him her tattoo of his face on her crotch. You can't make this shit up. On good days, these acts were flattering, even a little amusing, and Seth might take them up on it. On the others, they were just plain disturbing.
Running a gaze down Tracey's appearance, and not bothering to hide the fact that he was checking her out, Seth clicked his tongue in a sound of approval. "You're looking good, meeting someone to your standards tonight?" He smiled.