Having not been to Encore in a few weeks, Nathan decided that he would go there and test his theory, not to mention the waters. He was fully expecting to be ignored again. She would probably see him, glare, walk away, and when she returned to waiting tables ten minutes later, there would be the obvious red and puffy skin that told him that she'd been crying. Probably. At least, that would be what he expected of most women. He didn't know of any reason why she would be different.
Pulling the door open, he quickly glanced around the room. He couldn't see her. Ah well, she was probably just in the kitchen or something, or out on a break.
"Table for one," he informed the hovering waiter. He knew this place got busy, especially in the few hours before curtain up, but he'd never been turned away yet. There was always room for someone like him in a restaurant like this one. It was just the way the world worked. And once again, the waiter didn't even try to argue with him as he nodded and turned to show Nathan to a table.