Rashida's waiting

Hank followed Rashida's instructions, coming out after a few minutes. There she was sitting at a table in the corner, giving her a perfect viewing angle of the whole room. She saw Hank, smiled brightly and waved him over. Hank made his way over to the table, noting that the tablecloth covered a great deal of space on the sides too, as well as the tables themselves being relatively small in length. Hank raised a coy eyebrow when he reached her.

"You chose this spot on purpose," he spoke with admiration of her deviousness.

"I admit nothing, Hank," she said, but the mischievous look on her face said otherwise. She lifted up a menu. "So what are you in the mood for?"

"Is that a trick question?" Hank teased.

"I'm serious," she said with a giggle.

"So am I," he said with a little more seriousness to his tone.

Rashida seemed to flush for an instant, but kept her cool. "Food, Mr. Menard," though she showed zero resistance to what he was implying. "I'm going to have some bacon and eggs."

"You like breakfast at lunchtime?"

"I like breakfast at any time, though I do have a fondness for having it in bed," she informed, looking at him from over her menu.

"Duly noted," Hank said with a smile. "Think I'll go with a couple slices of pizza."

Thus decided, when the waiter came by they quickly had their orders given. The two sat patiently, both having been given a cup of water.

"It's a nice view here," Hank noted.

"Mmhmm," Rashida agreed. Under the table she slipped one of her heels off. "You and Veevee ever meet any prospective partners in a place like this?" Rashida's foot slowly moved under the table until it reached Hank's ankle.