This isn't the part where I tell you I'm not most people. ( He sets the prepared drinks by a tray and sticks the corresponding tickets to them. ) But, that doesn't mean I'm not.

( One of his waiters walks over Lydia's order, holding the tray from the bottom. )

Right here. Bar one. The well-dressed redhead.

( Yes, within earshot of her. She knows she's well dressed. )

Not at all related, I still never got your name. Should you want to give it, I'd listen. ( He'd learn it. )