Maximia slowly walks by the window of the newly opened restaurant, she bends over a little to get a better look inside the restaurant, since she is 6'11". Dressed in a slight green long sleeve shirt and military like pants with a tactical harness, supporting a pouch like bag on her side, she walks over to the door and looks at Aria, smiling at the workers of the restaurant. She then bobs her head side to side, trying to see who runs the restaurant.

Aria quickly looks out the window and waves at the woman. Walking towards the door and opening it wide, Aria motions for her to come inside.

"Hi! Welcome to Aria's Place. I'm the owner of this restaurant." She grins widely before snatching a menu from the bar counter and making her way back to the entrance. "Please come inside and try something. We might have some that'll peak your interest."

"Thank you!" She says, smiling and walking in, ducking a little to not hit her head against the opening. She then walks over to one of the vacant seats and sits there, a little away but an eye shot from Galm, not wanting to dine alone and without a chat. She then flips through the menu and blinks a little.
"Uhn....." she then looks around, slightly intimidated by the list if cuisine available for her to order. Dining out was fairly new for her.

She closes her eyes and loops her finger in an 8 symbol, then after 5 seconds, she lands it onto the menu....landing in the blank margin. She then sighs and looks for Aria, signing her, politely, to come over.

"What would you recommend?" She says.

Aria notices Galm walk into the restaurant and sit at one of the booths, his eyes scan the menu while she makes her way over to him. "Hello Galm." She smiles and grabs a small notepad out of her pocket. "What can I get you to eat today?"

Galm flashes a pleasant smile despite despite his exhaustion.

"Saisa, arvumaa," he beams in his native tongue.

His eyes swap to a cool blue as he struggles to recall all the Matari he had downloaded from language skillbooks. His words, while correct, sport an obvious accent that seems to only stick to someone who has spent a considerable amount of time in Pure Blind. He eyes over the menu, biting his lower lip.

"I will take... Hmm, let's see here... Ah!"

His eyes glow golden in a moment of inspiration.

"I would like some of your corn bread please, with a large glass of milk! I would also like two of your waffles, but... um..."

He seems slightly embarrassed to ask.

"Could you put a bacon, egg, and toast platter in between the two waffles? With rye toast and the eggs over easy? Kind of like a breakfast sandwich, but you know, mercenary sized."

He smiles, thinking of the weekend breakfasts he used to share with his old mentor.

"I would be willing to pay the price of both meals, and a bit extra for the trouble."

Aztec strolls past the blue building. He sees a sign saying it's Matari.
*haven't had actual MatarI cuisine in a long time*
He strolls in, with a Minmatar jacket, neck scarf and dark Indigo Caldari pants.
When he enters, he is automatically greeted with the enticing smell of fine cuisine.
"Mmm..."
Though, he quickly goes stoic at the sudden abrasive smell of smoke. He sees a customer smoking.

He strolls quickly to the other side of the eatery. He goes to a booth where a man, Galm, sits.
"Do you mind if I sit here? I like to have company when I eat."

Galm smiles once again and thanks Aria for her kindness.

Several minutes later a lone Gallente clad in heavy dropsuit armor struts into the diner. Galm eyes him just quick enough to catch him spouting a rough snort. Galm fakes saluting the man, only to swap his hands and shoot him the bird at the last second. He was certain nothing would come of it. It was these small nonverbal salutations that made the mercenary world go round. It was, for lack of a better term, standard operating procedure.



Gods and spirits, this guy...

He eyes Aztec up and down cynically for several moments. Seconds creep onward as he process the man in front of him.

"Sure, what the hell," Galm responds, rubbing his temples.

"Nice scarf by the way."

Aztec smiles.
"Thank you, it was a gift from a tribe elder."
"You have a nice smile by the way", he says it with a wink.

Aztec leans in, across the table.
"What if I were?"

"Uhhh," She clicks her tongue against her teeth, "I'd go with the Maui Maui Fish Tacos. We top it with pineapple salsa and avocado cream." With a pause, she glances at the menu. "It will go perfect with some lemonade an a slice of cake. Fish tacos were a huge hit in my house as a teen."

Galm's blank stare shifts into a look of amusement.

"Well in that case then unfortunately for you... And possibly myself... In light of recent events I am inclined to believe that I have already entered a committed relationship and would have to turn you down."

He bites down on his tongue, looking slightly flustered.

"Still not entirely sure how that happened, me and Niina."

Aztec leans back and laughs.
"The look on your face!"
He composes himself
"Sorry terribly rude of me... So, what's Niina like?"

Quickly the twenty year old jogs over to the table, little notepad in hand. "Hi I'm Fiona and I'll be your waitress today. Can I get you anything to drink to start you off?"

"Waffle sandwich and a fish taco order."

Grabbing the two orders and placing them onto a large round tray as well as with their drinks. Aria makes her way over to Galm.

"Waffle sandwich made to your order. Cornbread and a large glass of milk." She places the plate in front of Galm, then his glass of milk and gives him a fork, knife and spoon. "There's some syrup in that silver syrup can next to you."

She then looks at the information on the dishes on the menu, she blinks slightly and rumminates over them. She looks back at her and nods, biting her lip a little.

"I'll try those," she says, "Never really ate out that much...."

She then hands her back the menu with a pleased smile.