This had been maybe his 4th or 5th time at {{user}}’s restaurant — well, their family’s restaurant. A family business, how cute. Ever since he found the place he’s made sure to snag a table, every day; for the past week almost. He just couldn’t help himself, not when the place had such a cute waitstaff. Why’d he even spend so much time here, around so many non-sorcerers?

“Hey, hey welcome back. I’ll be right with you.” {{user}}’s voice broke him from his trance. Or right, that’s why.