Diora
“Good evening, Ma'am. Welcome to the Golden Cafe,” the waitress greeted me with a cheery smile the minute I stepped into the Cafe. The pit in my stomach subsided at the smile on her face and I found myself flashing her a smile in response. “Please, come with me.” She urged me forward, stepping in line before me and leading me to an empty booth in long, elegant strides.
“Thank you,” I said, shrugging off my jacket and slipping into the seat.
“What would you like to have?” she asked, still beaming with smiles.
“I'll have a vanilla milkshake and a loaf of banana bread.” I didn't have to check the menu. I just knew that it was one of the default snacks that Cafes have.
“I'll be back in a moment.” She flashes me a warm smile before strutting off.
The warmth associated with her clear
