Jack swore he felt an unatural heat but disregarded it as the temperature returned to normal.
"Their fried chicken isn't that bad, but the beef rumps are to die for." he said with a warm smile.
His hands felt cold though, he looked at them and noticed small loose peices of ice on his fingers and ignored them and wiped them off with a napkin. 
He waved the waiter over and ordered a drink then turned to the girl sitting across from him and asked.
"So what are you going to have?"