“A perfectly brewed cup of tea can’t fix everything,” the waitress said to the young man sitting at the café table, “but it sure comes close.”
“Huh?” Brad said, looking up at the pretty waitress who suddenly appeared at his table.
“You had such a forlorn look your face and I thought a nice, hot cup of tea might brighten you up a bit,” she explained.
“Well,” Brad said, “I’m not a tea drinker. I know that they say when in London do as the Londoners do, but I’m an American and I drink coffee.”
The waitress smiled at Brad and said, “First of all, I think the expression is ‘when in Rome,’ but that aside, I’d be happy to swap this cup of tea for a cup of coffee.”
“That would be great,” Brad said, a smile gracing his previously sullen face, “because a perfectly brewed cup of coffee can, indeed, fix everything. And it would certainly brighten me up if you could sit and join me.”
“I’d love to,” the waitress said, “but I don’t have a break for another hour. My name is Lizzy, by the way.” Lizzy put out her hand for the young man to shake.
Brad returned Lizzy’s handshake. “Great, Lizzy, I’m Brad,” he said. “Hold that perfectly brewed cup of coffee, please. I’ll be back in an hour.”
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday prompt, where the first line is “A perfectly brewed cup of tea can’t fix everything.”