Emily frowned as he seemed to try to recall his life. "Um, well. I mean guys like... him." She nodded towards a heavy-set man swigging down a bottle of Corona Lite, as his whole table with filled with empty bottles. Emily then looked back to her customer, and smiled. "Um, I never got your name. I need it for the ticket, or I can put your phone number?"
Emily blushed at the sudden awkwardness. "I'm sorry, it's required I either have your name or phone number on the ticket. " She simply nodded and brought a pen, in which she clicked with her thumb, and looked to the man.