That voice made shrieking Hutt babies sound like the next opera sweethearts. To say this man looked like the perfect mix of repressed and full-of-shit would be paying him a compliment. Vic stared at him for a moment before returning her attention to Sam, whose cue to ignore the intruder was promptly accepted.

"I'll go for the oba'ria then! Half if not more on the menu looks delicious."

With both their orders placed, she paid with a generous tip, and then hoped they could retrieve the food quick enough so the pesky shit wouldn't get in the way of their food and time together.

Nobody wanted to stay between her and food in the first place; and men annoying women was also something that meant easy trouble if the redhead unleashed her wrath on such pathetic beings.