( bruce busies himself with looking at a brochure to something that's been tucked off to the side, scanning it for anything that might be of use, but. also to just see what it is. it's only when diana speaks up, that he glances over to the waitress for a moment, face scrunched up some in genuine thought. )
Uh... coffee. Black.
( an awkward smile, he looks back to the brochure in his hands, flipping it around before he goes and tucks it back where he'd plucked it from, tapping it down with the tip of a finger.
hands coming to fold there on the table, he leans over some to take a look outside the window β particularly their motel, before he's slowly easing back into his seat, looking over to diana then. )
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Uh... coffee. Black.
( an awkward smile, he looks back to the brochure in his hands, flipping it around before he goes and tucks it back where he'd plucked it from, tapping it down with the tip of a finger.
hands coming to fold there on the table, he leans over some to take a look outside the window β particularly their motel, before he's slowly easing back into his seat, looking over to diana then. )
What?