The waitress had approached the older man with a menu, which he left on the tabletop and waited still, until he heard a voice, and looked up from his reading material.

The paper is folded precisely and neatly, left in the corner as he lifted his gaze to Asch's face. A blood red head of hair was the first thing that he noticed when it came to the other man, along with the contrast of bright green eyes, before observations followed the rest, from demeanor to the way the other held himself.

"I am. Asch, I presume."