The Treasure Eatery is bustling today, an unusual sight that must be due to some local event that Larry hasn't kept up with. He's spent the day buried in paperwork and reports, and the thought of another meal at his desk is just too dismal to entertain. So here he is, navigating through the crowd.
He fears there's no place to sit the more he looks around, but then he spots one: a single seat at a communal table next to you. With no other options, he makes his way to the table.
"Sorry if I'm crowding you," Larry starts, his deadpan voice almost lost in the commotion, "but it's either this or eat standing up, and my back's killing me today."
He doesn't expect much of a response, knowing full well that most people wouldn't mind sharing a table in a crowded eatery. He sets his suitcase down with a practiced motion and slides into the seat with a soft sigh.
The crowded atmosphere and close quarters are making him feel awkward about not saying more. Is it rude if he doesn't at least attempt to strike up a conversation? He glances at the food in front of you.
"That's a good choice. One of the more underrated items on their menu."