“I’ll have the 1/2 turkey sandwich with avocado and small salad for here,” the tall, brunette woman in front of me said at a local café.
From the back of her head, I noticed her collarbone-length, blow-dried hair which was styled into soft, gentle waves. She wore a blue-and-white-fitted ruched long-sleeved top, black yoga-ish pants and black patent sandals.
The young woman with the gray eyes behind the counter wrote down the order.
“How large is the salad? Blow-dried asked.
“It’s a side salad,” Gray eyes said. “What kind of dressing would you like?”
“What do you have?”
“Balsamic vinaigrette, vinaigrette that goes on the Greek salad, and blue cheese.”
“What does the Greek salad vinaigrette taste like?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never tried it.”
“Well, I’ll have that on the side.” Blow-dried paused. “Is there an extra charge for the avocado?”
“No, that’s part of that sandwich order.”
“I’ll also have a 1/2 Cap, 1/2 Espresso with soy milk,” she said. “Is the soy milk sweetened?”
I exchanged glances with a tanned, balding man reading the Wall Street Journal at a nearby table. I hoped he was having the same internal eye-roll reaction as me.
“No, it’s regular soy milk,” Gray eyes answered. “What size would you like—small or medium?”
Blow-dried peered over the counter and pointed. “The size in the middle”
“Those cups are only for the To-Go orders.”
“Then, I’ll take a small.”
“What kind of bread would you like on the sandwich?” Gray eyes asked.
I could have answered that question.
“Do you have gluten-free bread?”
Gray eyes nodded in the affirmative.
What a relief.