Sasha had never seen Lazarus like this. He was normally so confident. She looked over at the window, and sighed in annoyance "don't they have anything better to do?" She wondered, rising and going to the door as Lazarus called the waiter over. "Hey!" She said to the girls, "scat! It's called personal space and privacy, go, run home, stop annoying us!" She didn't even wait for their reactions, heading back inside. Sasha sometimes had a problem with speaking her mind. 

She sat back down with a small huff, and she smiled at Lazarus, seeing him almost trying to crawl into the glass. She swallowed, finding that she wasn't nervous herself. "Lazarus, those girls just want to be able to say they got to see you, or touch you and go run to their friends and squeal about it" she looked down at her hands, and the flower he had made her, now suddenly embarrassed. 

She swallowed. "Um. Food?" She looked up, smiling shyly, quite unsure what to do now