07-28-2015, 12:44 PM
The two men at the table next to them were discussing Sierra Leone and the Legion it seemed. Calvin didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it couldn't be helped. Even had the men been whispering, he would have heard at this distance. It seemed like one of them was signing up.
He was just about to comment and wish the gentleman good luck when a waitress appeared at the table - Claire by the name tag. She was pretty and her accent reminded Calvin of home. The door behind them opened, and to Calvin's ears it seemed louder than it would to most. He turned his head to look, seeing a man who's face he recognized but couldn't place anywhere. The man surveyed the room and Calvin turned back to the waitress and Kristoff.
Calvin let Kristoff do the talking. "Well, that's interesting. I've never seen that before,"
Kristoff said about the menus, eliciting a smile from Calvin. "So we just order here? Sorry if we wasted your time making you come over here."
Kristoff's voice was polite and his apology sincere. "Well, we might as well place our drink orders now. I'll have a house ale, and..."
Kristoff found the appropriate spaces on the menu to order drinks.
Despite his silence, Calvin was clearly enjoying himself, but honestly, he had never seen that sort of a menu before either. Food service in Wisconsin was still pretty personal - at least at the places he frequented, and since he had moved, he hadn't really eaten out a lot.
"A coke, please,"
Calvin said, finishing Kristoff's sentence.
"Not even for a celebration?"
Kristoff asked.
"Nope,"
Calvin responded with a smile and turned to face Claire. "Thanks for the help, Claire. Hopefully we should be able to get it."
After their drink orders had been placed, Calvin turned towards the men at the table next to him. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but overhear. One of you is heading to Sierra Leone to join the Legion. I just wanted to wish you luck."
There was a sense of admiration in his voice. Doing something to help others at risk of yourself was a noble goal.
He was just about to comment and wish the gentleman good luck when a waitress appeared at the table - Claire by the name tag. She was pretty and her accent reminded Calvin of home. The door behind them opened, and to Calvin's ears it seemed louder than it would to most. He turned his head to look, seeing a man who's face he recognized but couldn't place anywhere. The man surveyed the room and Calvin turned back to the waitress and Kristoff.
Calvin let Kristoff do the talking. "Well, that's interesting. I've never seen that before,"
Kristoff said about the menus, eliciting a smile from Calvin. "So we just order here? Sorry if we wasted your time making you come over here."
Kristoff's voice was polite and his apology sincere. "Well, we might as well place our drink orders now. I'll have a house ale, and..."
Kristoff found the appropriate spaces on the menu to order drinks.
Despite his silence, Calvin was clearly enjoying himself, but honestly, he had never seen that sort of a menu before either. Food service in Wisconsin was still pretty personal - at least at the places he frequented, and since he had moved, he hadn't really eaten out a lot.
"A coke, please,"
Calvin said, finishing Kristoff's sentence.
"Not even for a celebration?"
Kristoff asked.
"Nope,"
Calvin responded with a smile and turned to face Claire. "Thanks for the help, Claire. Hopefully we should be able to get it."
After their drink orders had been placed, Calvin turned towards the men at the table next to him. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but overhear. One of you is heading to Sierra Leone to join the Legion. I just wanted to wish you luck."
There was a sense of admiration in his voice. Doing something to help others at risk of yourself was a noble goal.