Leej approaches the Maitre d' and stuffs a 10 dollar bill in his shirtpocket. "See that those two young folks at the table by the window receive a cool bottle of Champagne compliments of...say, Mr Lamont McDermott." The waiter appears befuddled, "but sir, certainly it's a bit early for champagne..." Leej smiles." Yes. And they have the whole of a wonderful day ahead of them." sighs "Ah, but didn't she sound just like a nightingale singing." He lights the Cuban Cigar, and moves outside to the railing.