Her sweet voice and pretty accent brought a smile to Max's weary face. He appreciated courtesy whenever he received it. He set the laptop case on the seat beside him. "Thank you, ma'am," he said, taking the menu and giving it a critical quick glance.
"Do you recommend anything?" he asked her. In his experience, the waitresses ate in the diner as much or sometimes more than their clients, and generally had a good idea of what was what - what was good, what wasn't, and what to avoid when the cook was having an off day.
He was glad that there weren't many people there. Max didn't like being around large numbers; this suited him perfectly. He glanced at the young lady's name tag (a dirty minded person might have accused him of checking out her bust, but that would be someone that didn't know Max Montague and had no idea that he was gay). "Sookie," he added politely. "That's a pretty name, is it short for something?"