"All right, I'll see you then." And then he'll hang up the phone and get ready to order.

A little while later--gosh, that bus was slow--he shows up at the gate, bag of tacos in hand. He had a lot of trouble not eating them on the way over, trust him! Leans over and squints at the button before pressing it; it's a lot fancier than what he usually sees on apartment buildings and the like. He presses it, finally. "Hey?" he says, hesitantly, not sure if it's an intercom or not.