[Accidentally, sure. Her eyes may not be as trained as his, but it's her job to be aware of everything around her, and she's noticed his discreet glances far too many times for them to be purely accidental. Her attention remains on the suits, but the lone man in the booth remains a thought in the back of her mind.

Twenty minutes pass. One by one, the men rise from their seats and clap each other on their backs. It seems their business--whatever it may have been--is done, and they leave a hefty tip on the table as they file out of the bar.

The girl turns to the man now, staring at him openly.]