“Can I start you with an appetizer?”
He looked at his watch. “Just a glass of water for now. I’ll need some time to look at the menu.”
“Very good sir.” She retreated towards the kitchen. The place was virtually deserted; it wouldn’t take her long to come back.
He had asked for a table in the very front, by the window, where he could see the street. It was bright with moonlight: not long now. He could feel it coming already, his normal hair standing on end, anticipating company.
He didn’t bother looking at the menu. She’d be enough.