“Hey,” I wave over a waiter on the other side of the restaurant. He pauses in his wiping of another table to glide over to our own.
“What can I get for you?” He asks, smiling.
I return the smile and point to the menu. “I’d like to get the chocolate croissant with the light drizzle please,” I lean in closely. “I’m breaking my diet today.”
He laughs, pulling a pen from behind his ear to jot the order down on a notepad. “I support that 100%, man.” The pen clicks. “Would you like more coffee to go with that or-?”
“That would be great!” I tap at my cup. “I’ve been inhaling it like crazy today.”
The waiter nods, scribbling it down once more before giving me a quick once-over. “Let me guess,” He muses. “Mid-terms this week?”
“Stressful and hectic like you wouldn’t believe.”
He slides the notepad back into the pocket of his pants. “Oh, I believe,” He gingerly takes my cup. His eyebrows wiggle and I try not to laugh the birthday candles out with my snort. “I was a college student once,” He turns to go, tucking the pen back behind an ear. “I’ll be back with your coffee and croissant in a second, light drizzle.”
