[Someone else has, at this point, taken her other customers, leaving Nathan as her last one. The tray balanced on one hand, she puts her other hand on her hip. She's trying so hard to not glare at him since he is a customer and that would be rude. The cigarette she shakes her head at.]


Give you my number. Seriously? I don't have anythin' to write on so you should probably just take your food and let me on my way.