Rising from his seat, the burly man leaves all behind as he approaches the newcomers table. She could not hide from his intense gaze nor could her music drive away his voice, instead the little speaker in her ear begins to softly fizzle as it cracks and pops fading to silence.
He walks proper with a disciplined posture, a slight smirk apon his lips.
He nods to the seat across from the girl but waits for no reply as he takes it and sits down.

"Don't fight it, that colour looks much better on you." Is all he says before a waiter brings over his ordered drink.

His voice was deep, warm and smooth. Every word and syllable perfectly pronounced.
His eyes are friendly yet something undeterminable about his presence wails with a warning.