The waitress's pen moved across the pad. "Coffee?" She asked.

"No thank you,milk is just fine." He said.He had perfect white teeth,heck yeah he didn't do coffee.

She nodded, heading back to the counter. There was something strange about this woman, and she seemed...sad?

He could taste it,he really could.It was like the taste of rain in the air,sad and moist. He leaned his elbows to the table and put his chin in his hands,closing his eyes and reaching out with his sixths sense for the emotion,wondering if he could find the root of it.He was curious.

She was planning on committing suicide. If he wanted to stop her, he might want to go and talk to her.

His eyes opened wide. "Shoot.Um,I ... need to s-stretch my legs.A-Again." he said quickly to Electa,then carefully slipped out of the booth and walked off to the woman,feeling his spine buz like 'true form?Help?' but he simply refused against the longing of his spine to let the wings out.

(Gonna kick in his psychic powers he had no idea he had.)

Electa watching in confusion.

If he touched her hand, he would be able to see what was going on

(Cool!)

He wasn't sure how to find out what was wrong,and so thought he'd probably get her into a conversation if she dropped a pen,paper or pad or something and he touched her hand to get her attention.

The woman hesitated, seeing Vexin. Georgia, read her name tag. "Can I help you?" She asked

"Um,yes ma'am." He said,coming a little...close.He read the name tag. "Ah,Georgia.A beautiful name,means worker of the earth.I've found that very pretty,I see it meaning they produce beauty and grace wherever they go." Wow Vexin,great time to give info on a defonition.