Now Marguerite was far from shy but hardly approached when she felt it was much more exciting to earn an approach from the male. He was young though, so there was a chance he would be too shy but then there was also the chance he'd be brassy and audacious. She'd have to wait and watch to see.
However, when he ordered (and she, not sitting very far indeed, heard the small use of French) she grew even more intrigued. His accent was perfection, but so was his English. Marguerite gave up any notion of waiting for him to approach and turned in her seat to face him better.
Once the waitress left she bit on her lower lip gently then stood and stepped closer to him, port in hand.