Horace stood behind the lectern in the doorway, craning his neck in a desperate attempt to get noticed by the waiting staff.
A young girl with glasses and a long ponytail flashed him a smile, but didn't approach him. He sighed and drummed his fingers on a menu.
Finally, after what seemed like millennia had passed, a man with a neat beard and messy hair rolled his eyes and sauntered over.
"Table for one?" He drawled around a piece of gum.
Horace glanced down, pointing at a huge mass protruding from his left side. "One and a half", he muttered.