I'd think there was a hurricane happening if I didn't know any better.

[But that's not the thing that gets her to meet his gaze from the menu. She lets him ramble about the air fryer, up until he asks for her ID. Then, she glances up, giving him one of those trademark Lydia Martin^TM looks before leaning in.]

You know, if you're going to fake check my ID to try and find out my name, you should probably do it before bringing me an alcoholic beverage.

[She then points to the mixed drink that he brought her earlier.]