Admittedly few of them, unless they were exceptionally creepy stalkers. She tapped a fingertip against the table rhythmically while she waited for their server to come by, casually observing the menu.
Oh, it was one of those restaurants where they had separate menus for the ladies -- price-free so that one couldn't pick the cheapest (or most expensive) food on the menu. Clever. She shook her head faintly. "You know I have your well-being at heart, Mr. Wilkes."
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