As soon as her menu was down, it seemed, a waiter appeared - Draco was paying well for this table to be paid particular attention to tonight, after all. Once their orders were in and they were left alone, he settled back in his seat again. And found... he didn't have anything to talk about. This usually wasn't a problem, but anything he'd think to say was drowned out by the one thing he had to wait to say, and it kept screaming to be let out.
"So... how was work?" He asked, finally, a bit awkward.