"Yes, but this chump lost the right to any name other than kid because you ran," Faye replies, rolling her eyes as she plants the both of them close enough to the restaurant that he keeps on glancing back towards, crossing her arms solidly over her chest. That most of her irritation is self-directed doesn't show on her face at all — he's just a kid, seriously just a kid, how could she have seriously thought that he stole from that account — as she stares his way. "Believe me, some men are children no matter how old they are."

Her brow twitches.

"Anyway. Since I can tell that you're panicking about having stood up the bill, don't. I have a deal worked out with the owner," Faye tells him, not bothering to mention that the deal's more of an ongoing bill that never gets paid because the lech enjoys the view every time she returns. "So, if you're not a thief, what exactly is it that you do, other than spend all of your time at the gym?"