"It is called Jean Patou Joy." She tells him. It was one of her favorites. Peach and rose with an undertone of musk and sandlewood. "My aunt bought it for me when she found out I went to school." Gloria giggled a little, feminine and full of humor. "My family doesn't like her either. She went down to Vegas and became a show girl. She's very beautiful."

She glanced down at the menu against and shrugged. "Why don't you order for me what you would order for yourself?"