Lucas's point of view

I was waiting for someone at this restaurant that hosts private meetings; more of a Japanese type of door and a room with no chairs and a table with a little stand. I was just looking around and it seemed like he was prepared for it, like he planned this all along because there were foods that came to the room as soon as I entered the room, but it didn't seem appealing because it's embarrassing to eat without the person I'm supposed to meet.

"Excuse me, can I ask if it's okay for us to pick them up later? Because the one I was about...