At least it wasn't to him. Tom turned away and walked towards the bar. Brett cursed the fact that the restaurant didn't have any good ol' American beer. He lifted his head to look at the hostess but didn't see her anywhere. He looked again at the second setting across the table from him and squinted his eyes in disgust.
People are so stupid sometimes.
His eyes wandered back to the woman at the front. He sat watching her for a few minutes, only half paying attention to her. He came to full attention as she bent over to pick up her pencil. Here you are sir. Startled by the voice, Brett looked at Tom then back at the hostess who had already stood up again.