Having decided on his order, Ridge went back to watching the people on the other side of the window. His attention gravitated towards a man dressed completely in black, with equally dark hair, wearing a neutral expression on his face. He noticed that the man's eyes were quite striking, a milky white color accentuated by what looked like silver mascara. His gaze followed the man until he went out of view, disappearing behind a group of laughing Purine guards.
"Ridge? Um, Ridge?"
The sound of Zears' voice snapped Ridge's attention back to the dinner. Apparently the waitress had arrived, and she had Zears were looking at him quizzically. Ridge rubbed the back of his head. "Oh! Sorry. I spaced out a little there. Um, I'd like the sirloin stea..."
He pointed at the item on his menu, only to find a large, wet spot on the page. He blinked in confusion. He hadn't knocked over any water, had he?
"Ah, Ridge..." Zears whispered. "Your mouth..."
[3 BP awarded]