He watched the stranger, Clifton, saunter off towards a younger looking girl who'd been sitting uncomfortably close for awhile, and waved off. [b]"Go for it dude."[/b] He replied before the green-haired guy disappeared from his line of sight. He squished down on the handle of his fork until he managed to pop a tomato off his plate, the little scrap of food sailing in the perfect arc before careening into somebody's hair. Caufman pushed his chair in and made himself scarce. 

The salad was slipped in the trash, and he managed to nick the crumpled box of orange juice too once his rather confident visitor had left the scene. He wasn't sure what to even think about that guy. Was he for real or just fooling with him? The whole thing about him being a top-class hacker sounded about as legitimate as watching Kangaroo Jack and calling it a documentary. But he did look familiar... Caufman didn't read the newspaper or anything but he'd seen the face before, and heard the name. 

Anyway, the announcements blared out a call and Caufman was on his way. He thought he could see the brunette up ahead, and his steps began to quicken.