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As soon as Maki was about to answer that question, a man, unfamilar to her, told them to follow him up to the top. Upon following him, Maki decided to answer Icarus's question.

"Yeah, this is my favorite spot, and I know almost everyone who works here, and which table I like to sit at," Maki murmured, not wanting the guy to hear her. "But this...man...I never seen him before. In fact, I know everyone, except him. In order for me to not know him, he has to be a new worker, because I eat here everyday, mainly for lunch. I wonder who he is."

Maki tried to study the guy. From what she could grasp, he was in his twenties, so he could not have too much experience as a waiter, and wore a white shirt, red tie, and black pants -- typical waiter clothing, but not the custom for this Inn, especially since most of the workers waitered AND cleaned as maids for the resting part of the Inn. He also had short, layered indigo hair which fell to his eyes, which were green. As he turned around to smile nervously at Maki, she saw that he did not have a name-tag.

"Um, excuse me, mister," Maki tried to seem friendly, noticing that he was getting suspicious. "What is your name?"

"Oh, I guess I forgot my name-tag," The man replied. "Here we are. I assume you have been here long enough to know this small bell at the center of the table is to alert your waiter or waitress that you are ready to order. I shall be waiting over there when you are ready. Enjoy the view."

With that, the man waltzed away to look out over the balcony. What Maki could not understand was how easily he avoided giving out his name AND how he spoke to her -- swuave and simple, like he knew where she sat, how to treat her, and even gave her the information she needed -- he was indeed a new worker.

"Well, let's sit down," Maki replied, realizing they were sitting at the far right corner, the closest seat to the door and the balcony, her favorite seat. "Let's see what the menu has to offer today."

Maki flipped through the menu, yet still glanced occasionally at the strange man looking out at the stars.

"He didn't even say, "Enjoy your dine at Starline Inn," the greeting every waiter or waitress has to say," Maki fumed as she held the menu. "How do you earn a job without even knowing the proper greetings and proper way of addressing people. Never let on that you know them and always assume they are new customers, no matter how often they come. Besides, the only reason I come so often is because of...because of my...my mother--no, I cannot look depressed infront of Icarus."

"So, what are you ordering?" Maki asked, peeping over her menu.

((OOC: Make up any dish >.< I am just stalling for JubJub))

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