Looking up, he sees a waitress approaching carrying a tray full of glasses filled with red liquid. She is wearing a light brown dress trimmed around her waist exposing ample cleavage. Her skin is pale but smooth enough to make anyone wonder whether she wears makeup or not.
She places three empty cups on the wooden tabletop next to him followed by a bottle of wine. Placing the remaining four bottles beside one another nearby table, she leaves taking the coins placed beside the cup.
Holding onto her wrist, he speaks in a calm voice. "A beauty ought to have a name."
Looking over the counter at her employer, she received a nod of approval. Turning back to face him again, she replies, "My name's Esme," flashing a dazzling smile that makes him feel a tinge of connection.
[Host? What are you doing?]
'Shhh! I'm trying to get information one way or another.'
