During the time of the aforementioned five's entrance, Pahn would remain apathetic. His gaze slowly meanders between Anora and the many faculties of their table. Candles, the checkerboard tablecloth, their silverware, and the untouched bread sticks between them all retaining an equal amount of interest as any word our young woman may have muttered forth. He still remains nearly entirely without any movement.

[color=6ecff6]"No."[/color] Pahn would eventually respond only after the long wait between Anora's first question, and her request to depart early. Pahn didn't seem to care if this confused the girl or not. To him, he'd answered her questions. It was at this exact time that Dino would arrive, assuming to place food between them.

[color=f26522]"Here you are!"[/color] Pahns medium pizza was glimmering with grease and perfectly tanned cheeses, slight veins of steaming red tomato sauce bursting between the crust and lone dairy topping. Anora's large Lasagna serving smelled of a slight mix in varied spices and well-boiled pasta, nearly dissolving to the bite. This, in conjunction with the already present atmosphere of well-prepared food, would create a practically instant mouth-watering sensation for those exposed.

[color=f26522]"Now, why the long faces? We should be happy! Might some wine help?"[/color] Dino had not gone without noticing the overall taxed/confused atmosphere surrounding the pair before him. Without missing a beat on this assumed date, he readily offered a beverage to break the bough of conversation. 

When served his food, Pahn would sit up to stare complacently down at his meal. He removes a single slice with well-trained motion before recognizing Dino's presence. This might appear rude to most, though, Dino hardly minds the younger-looking mans initial lack of speech. If anything, the old chef appears excited to witness Pahn test more of his pizza. 

During this interaction, one of our suspicious five newcomers stands to walk towards the bathroom relatively near where Pahn and Anora sit. This caucasian woman, looking to be aged between thirty and forty, chose to wear black-leathery boots, classic dark jeans, and a black turtle-neck sweater to compliment her lightly bouncing brown curls of hair. Her mild features point briefly in our protagonists direction, her vibrant green eyes leaving as quickly as they had settled. She would enter the bathroom without any complications or obvious motions of suspicion, just an atypical stride of someone needing to ease natures call. 

The only relation between these five, should one have the necessary eyesight and paranoia to continually observe them, would be their bright green eyes. Perhaps this could be suspicious, but people often have similar eye color, that's not weird, right?