Will smiled out of frustration as he heard a voice come over to his table. Looking down at his food, he could feel the stress coming back, and since he was still on some of the pain meds, that probably meant he was bound to be high at any moment. Turning to face the brunette that had spoken, his smile only grew larger as he took her in. He found her appearence to his liking, and was immediatley struck with the question of what to do, and in that question, how did he respond.
He had no choice but to come up with something on the fly, he looked around nervously, before leaning in closer and telling her, "Don't tell anyone but I'm a food critic." He followed the words up with one of those fake, and phony nods he was known for, all the while a callous smile on his face. Part of it was his natural sense of humor, and part of it was the drugs too.
"And this thing?" he said pointing to his arm in the sling, "was a gift from the last person I gave a bad review too. And I hear the cook in the back has a mean right hook, so I'm thinking I might go easy on him."