Before he can react she is sliding out of the booth, arching her neck to look at the other diners. She grabs the waitress by the arm and points at bowls of noodles on other tables, then points back to their table, giggling, making an exaggerated, hapless face. All the other diners stare at Rosalyn now, talking over each other as the restaurant breaks into anarchy. 'Well, that's one way to get the job done,' a man by the door says, raising a glass to Rosalyn. 'The laowai knows what she wants.' someone else chimes in.
The waitress smiles reluctantly and nods before taking off for the kitchen. The other customers point and smile, and Rosalyn takes a curtsey before sliding back to sit across from him. 'You didn't realize that eating out with me would be such an adventure, did you?' she asks, her face still giddy, her voice too loud.