Caleb tried to retain a neutral face as he observed the blonde eating the stale pretzel.

‘She’s just going to accept that?’ he noted with some surprise. ‘I guess I’ll have to be less subtle.’

Caleb strode around the counter, and then across the floor to where the blonde was eating her day old food. He was nervous. Things could quite easily become very awkward, but that was a calculated risk.

“Pardon me, miss,”he said as he got to the booth, “but is this seat taken?”