He is sitting at a corner booth facing the door when I walk in. The table is shaped in a U and is low to the floor and I feel like I am entering midscene in some d-list mafia flick.As I approach, I hear as he turns to the poor hump next to him and says "she speaks five languages", which besides being inaccurate, isn't really all that important.I make note of it by saying "I don't really care, I wouldn't expect you to either.Now I am at the table and I feel 50 feet tall and we are just smiling.

5 languages...I wish.
I just want to know YOUR tongue.