Feeling halfway sick to his stomach, Adam took a seat at a booth and tried to decide what might be edible in this place. He had grown used to dealing with having to eat to survive a long time ago, but he still hadn't managed to get used to some of the food that mortals ate. The odor of frying foods and grease didn't enhance his enthusiasm, either. But eat he must, so he went for the steak tips and gravy. A voice piped up suddenly, waking Adam out of his sullen half-consciousness: "What'll it be today?" Eve Lamos, Adam's waitress stood over him with her pen and pad in hand, smiling broadly. Looking up at Eve, Adam was struck by her pretty features and big, white teeth, which she was currently displaying for his enjoyment. Suddenly not terribly interested in food, he fumbled with his answer. He was overcome with a strange, giddy feeling, not altogether unpleasant. He wasn't sure what to make of his sudden lapse of speech; chalking it up to lack of food, he blurted out his order and tried to collect his composure before he made an idiot out of himself. He could vaguely make out Paul McCartney's voice in the background: "Maybe I'm a man, maybe I'm a lonely man who's in the middle of something that he doesn't really understand..." Adam tried to be inconspicuous, but he couldn't help but stare at the lady who had apparently just caught him off guard and knocked him for a loop. He noticed her eyes, deep brown and large, but somehow tired. The dark circles under her eyes did not detract from the beauty of her face, they just made her look either very tired or very sad, or both. Adam's acute sensitivities were still sharp, and he was able to grasp the essence of her soul. She was a woman in desperate need for love; he surmised that she had most likely been in many relationships, but had been misused. Despite her pain, she managed to carry on with her life, twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five. It was at this point that Adam resolved to know her better. A weathered sailor who Adam simply knew as Pete spoke up. "See something interesting there, fella? You got that lovestruck look all over you!" Then, another man named Jean-Luc Croissant, but called "Mahi-Mahi" by the locals, also noticed Adam's fixation: "Why don't you take a picture, dude? Better yet, why don't you talk to her?" Humiliated, Adam wondered if he should try to "put the moves on" Eve, as these mortal folk liked to put it. He saw Eve coming back to his table with his steak tips. Nervous beyond belief, he thought, "Lord, please don't let me make a botch of this." Eve inadvertently eased Adam's distress by piping up with a question: "Here on vacation?" Adam's mind, approaching anquish at this point, replied, "No, I live here right now." She then replied, "Oh yeah? Where?" For what seemed like an hour to Adam, the two of them made small talk. In reality, she was so easy to talk to, that Adam was quite comfortable with her after just a few minutes. So comfortable, in fact, that he found himself experiencing a new emotion, a new trip, a new form of mind game, if you will. He realized, with something like fear, that what he really wanted to do was to take her home and ravage her body with intense passion. Not just one time, like so many others had done, but many, many times; perhaps for eternity.