London: Drive through

As you throw the cigarette butt off the cliff you realize that your two new treasures must be starving. You wouldn’t want them to rush in and ruin your entrance where you're taking them.

The car starts going downhill towards your next meal. You decide that you could have someone on the road. The fancy neighborhoods left behind you start evaluating your options.

This little couple in the car stopped by your limo.

The three Asian tourists across the street looking at their map.

The crying girls at the restaurant terrace.

Who will it be?