*Pam leans over and puffs her cigarette from the match*
"Well thank you sir," Pam responds politely, exhaling. "And that pipe? Not sure if the boss would like it, but hell if I care," she adds apathetically.
*Pam bends down to grab a packet of English Breakfast tea, placing it in a mug and pouring hot water over it. She turns to the man in the hoodie.*
"You don't need my number, just come here I basically live here," she laughs, coughing a bit. "Black coffee, one sec." She responds with a smile.
*Pam turns around to grab the coffee pot, pouring it into the mug.*
"You guys don't seem like my usuals in here. We get a lot of bikers and rougher guys." Pam says with a smirk as she hands the coffee to the man.