She quirked a smile at him, gesturing with a pointing finger toward a table in the back. One with a view of the entire restaurant. "I'd like the table all the way in the back, if you'll swing it." Kaya was enjoying this character quite a lot. Trish suited her much better than Lulu.

She did feel his pulse race, and despite the glamoured hair, Kaya still smells like Kaya, and still sounds like her, albeit with the mannerisms of the persona she'd taken. The boots click as she follows him, her stride just a little slower and a bit more like a prowl.

She reached the table, letting him pull out her chair before she sat down, swinging one foot onto the other chair. She met his eyes, smiling a sultry grin. "Lemonade. It's hot out today." The girl was having much fun.

With an expression that was the very study of boredom, she picked her nails with an old dagger, not her ornate one. She looks indolent and inattentive, when in all actuality, the girl is focused on what the eyes can't see.

She watches him entertain, a grin occasionally ghosting over her face when she's amused. She unsurprised how many females she actually feels want him. She's, in fact, keeping a mental tally of everytime a pulse speeds a bit, eyelashes bat, or a giggle is just a little too loud, and a little too showy.

The wonders of being an empath. He drops off her lemonade, and receives a smoky grin. One of the females notices something, and it makes her shoot Kaya e rather venomous look. Which makes Kaya wonder. Not why. That much was obvious, but how. How could the girl possibly know?

She has a wry look on her face, having felt another blast of pure poisonous scorn from the girl. Wow, jealousy, thy name is ****. "I think I'm gonna go for a burger, handsome." If the **** was gonna hate her, she'd give her reason.

Kaya leaned forward, trying to strike a balance between her own deviltry and not making him lose his composure. She held out the menu, only to draw it away as he tried to take it. She did this again and again until he leaned close. Not too intimately close, but closer.

"Hello. I'm sorry. Silly me, I kept thinking I'd change my mind." She lied badly on purpose. And she's also trying not to laugh at herself. She is marvelously entertained by this.

She answered his unspoken question for him.  Dropping her voice to still audible, especially for the ****, she purred her words at him. "Yes, I still want the burger. But, I lied. I didn't change my mind, I just wanted to see if you smell as good as you look." She sat back, relaxed. One of her eyebrows rose slightly. "You do."

Oh, the hate that was wafting her way was delicious. He heard her amused voice in his head. "Go calm the little cat down. The one with shorter curly blonde hair. She's hyperjealous. I was having fun." Her silvery laugh echoes over that link.

Her lips pursed to keep the grin off her face, though it danced in her eyes. "Let me play. You can placate her, and get a larger tip. Flatter her, and play it up. We'll wrangle an awesome tip out of bitcherella." Kaya told him through his mind.

The girl in question oozed availability and interest. She made physical contact in some way with him three times over in a minute. Kaya was trying not to be offended at the girl's behavior. The glare had said she knew the two of them were more, but her behavior now said she didn't care.

Dagger picking at her nails again, she studiously kept the disgust off her face. No honor among females. It just solidified that Kaya didn't feel bad for what she did.

She looked coyly at him through her lashes. Her other little friends gave giggles. She spoke in what should have been a seductive voice, but she couldn't knw that he'd had a siren whisper to him. Hers was childplay. "Well, do you come on the menu?" She asked. She looked vaguely smug.