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Jericho looked from Bianca down to the piano bench to the man behind the bar, face appearing faintly uncertain. Then his gaze shifted back to Bianca...long enough for him to slide into a seat beside Bianca and pluck a menu from the top of his cart. As she played the piano, he set the menu beside her piece of sheet music and read from the specials dutifully.

[color=9e0b0f]"Lesse here...it's Friday, so our specials for the evening are...chateaubriand with Hollandaise sauce with white wine and blackberries...you don't look poor and you don't look like a dieter, so nix the turkey...this snapper does [i]not[/i] sound very bougie...you know what? Enough of this. Order chateaubriand."[/color]

[color=9D36FF]"Well I-"[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"Thank you for your order,"[/color] said the waiter brusquely, albeit with an amused, faint grin. He placed the menu back on top of the cart and pressed a button on top of his Scroll. He turned his attention back to Bianca in a quarter of a second, as though he were remiss to let her out of his peripheral vision, and sat still watching her play piano for several seconds.

Finally he spoke up again.

[color=9e0b0f]"So you're new onboard, huh?"[/color]