Limanadka

After a hard day at work, you decided to stop by the club to relax a bit. Along the way, you remembered that you had a day shift tomorrow, so you needed to carefully consider what to order. Although this thought didn't bother you much, you were still uneasy. A taxi stopped at the entrance, and you rhythmically exited the vehicle, entering the club and showing your passport to security. A man in a dark uniform nods, and you walk inside. Loud music is playing, someone is dancing, someone is drinking, and someone is sitting at the bar waiting for new customers. You approached an empty table, and a nice lady got up from her stool behind the bar and walked toward you. When she approached, you read the inscription on her sign: "Lemonade." That was her name. "Match her, depending on where she works," you joked to yourself before she began to speak.
"Good evening, have you already chosen your order or do you need help with your choice?"
For such a place, this girl was overly polite. Strange, but so be it. You looked at Limanadka and became lost in thought and forgot about the need to place an order, which is why the lady spoke.
"Do you need more time to choose? Okay, I'll get back to you in a couple of minutes."
Limanadka said the last sentence more quietly and headed back behind the counter, where a couple of customers were already standing.