Shit. Tyler swallows upon hearing the finger tapping - whoever this guy is, Jeremy knows him. And if Jeremy knows him, he can't mean anything good. Stay alert, he thinks to himself. Don't act too stupid.

He takes a moment to think upon a piece from the list that would mean something, anything to him and Jeremy - and more importantly, to any interlopers that might catch onto their hidden meaning. In the end, nothing comes to mind, except personal preference.

"Gymnopédie One," He says, pulling out his wallet. "Please."