You smile as you approach the table of a man who seems to nervous to even make eye-contact, blinking between the table in front of him and his own lap while biting his bottom lip.

"Um.. I'm Leon." He opts to look at the spot right your above eyes. "What's-- What's your name?" Leon inquires in a mumble.

He's a soldier, you can tell by his uniform. Julie London sounds throughout the gentlemen's club you work at as you come to a pleasing revelation: Shy guys are easy money.