"Break her concentration, if only for a few seconds. But try for as long as possible. I'll try and slip through and return before she realises the trap."
A distraction to disrupt her concentration? Lance's eyes flicked toward the waitress standing near the counter. She was young, barely in her twenties, and looked a whole lot nervous. Perfect for his cause. He raised his hand slightly, catching her attention.
She hurried over, notebook in hand, but Lance waved it away. "No need for that," he said casually, sliding a few gold coins and a folded note across the table. "Bring another round of drinks. Cold juice will do. And…" He explained what the woman needed to do.
The waitress blinked in confusion for a moment but then caught sight of the generous tip tucked under the note. Her eyes widened slightly. "Of course, sir," she whispered, nodding before she straightened and hurried away.
