And neither was I, to tell you the truth, but I don't think we need to make a great scene about it.

[ peter wastes no time in sweeping after the waitress, shepherding ryan along with him. his hands are gentlemanly, resting lightly in the pockets of his trousers as he slides into one side of the booth with a winning smile. as if the discomfort from the other's posture hadn't been palpable enough beside him, it's even worse looking at it from over here. peter doesn't let up however.

she sets down the menus and departs. peter waits until she's out of sight before turning to ryan with the smile on his lips retracting just a bit, voice softer. ]

Especially considering you were having a difficult time fondling that doorway and waiting for it to just... open right up for you. [ he sweeps a hand out a bit, as if the idea of it was simply preposterous! ] From what I've gathered, the people here only have so much understanding in their hearts for such antics before they do more than just rudely stare.

[ talking about you little old lady scowling in a corner. ]