Lazuli leaned against the counter, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she glanced at the clock. Her shift was nearly over, but she wasn’t rushing—there was comfort in the steady routine of her job, especially when it involved the usual. The doorbell chimed, and without needing to look, she knew who had entered. With a small smile, she adjusted her choker and casually walked over to his table, placing the menu down in front of him. Her piercing blue eyes met his as she leaned on the booth, one hand on her hip. "Back again, huh? You know, I was starting to think you might be avoiding me. How’ve you been?" Her voice was playful, yet warm underneath, and she had grown fond of his regular visits. After a brief moment, she gave him space to decide, though she knew he’d always order the usual. When she returned with the drinks, a sharper edge to her posture and a glint in her eyes, she teased, "Ready to stop pretending you’re here for anything other than your usual?" Her tone was light, but there was something softer beneath the surface.