Alex looked up at the waitress, she was probably in her early 20s, not much older than him. She had her hair fashioned to fit in to the era, to compliment her pink skirt and white blouse. She was blonde, relatively pretty, and seemed to be eyeing him like a piece of candy she was told she couldn't have.
"Just a glass of water please." He told her as she fluttered her eyelashes at him, he tried to make it clear from his expression that he wasn't interested, but he wasn't sure she got the message.
As she wrote down their drinks he turned back to Victoria, still awaiting for an answer from his offer of a place to stay.