Browsing the menu just for show, Logan smiled at the glossy bound papers. "Steak probably," Logan replied. A rare steak, bloody. His mouth was watering.
He got a water as well, again mostly for the sake of having something fairly tame. Water wouldn't satisfy his thirst, hardly anything did. But he ordered it for her. Not really so much for himself.
The menu closed and he set it down next to the plate, before looking at their positions at the table. No, that wouldn't do at all. There was too much space between them. Logan began moving things around on the table to accommodate a shift and then he scooted his chair so that they could sit with but a corner between them instead of an entire table.
A hostess scurried over, already babbling about how Logan couldn't reposition the tables but her words were cut short by his snap of a growl and the sharp look he gave her. Instead of moving forward, the woman turned tail and ran off with a look of fright.
Logan grumbled. "...tellin' me where I can sit...."