Prompt: "Describe five completely different types of people placing their order for coffee with the same waitress..." (From Escaping into the Open by Elizabeth Berg.) I'll just do one...
Her smile was genuine as she watched the waitress approach.
"Could I please have a cinnamon croissant and a cup of black coffee?"
She always voiced her order as if it were a question. She knew her wish was the waitress's command; that was her job. It just felt good to ask nicely. Most of her friends felt the same way--except for Liz, who always said "I want..." or worse--"Bring me..." She didn't mean to be rude; she was just being Yankee. Courtney (according to the name tag on her uniform) seemed to appreciate the gesture of friendliness, and responded in kind. She was smiling as she bustled away to take other orders.
Feeling connected to coffee lovers everywhere, Rose sat back and rearranged the hair at her temples, making sure the sparse strands hadn't receded too far from forehead. Then, reaching under her glasses, she touched her fingers to the corners of her eyes where goop had a tendency to accumulate. Next, she carefully traced her lips with her pinky, making sure no color had strayed outside the lines. Satisfied, she settled her face into what she hoped was a pleasant expression. No need to share her "resting bitch face" with these nice people. She had decided that this was going to be a good day.
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