The waiter looked puzzled as I came back to the table.

The waiter looked all over, even under the table, trying to find the bone.

The old waiter came up and looked at the money.

The waiter came out of the kitchen and looked at us.

The waiter looked around, into the crowd, but saw no sign of him.

The waiter just looks around him like he can't even speak the name in public.

The waiter wouldn't look away if a bomb went off, Ross thought.

The waiter looked almost human, one of the new dead.

Staring first at each other, the waiters next looked to the phone booth.

The waiter looked me over and asked whether he should make it a double.