Tea. Calvin frowned; tea was such a disgusting invention. It was like juice, only, it had been made bitter and ‘healthy’. Sure, Calvin was old enough to know that eating and drinking healthy was best for him, but just because he knew this information didn’t mean he was going to fallow the same rules that every other adult his age set for themselves. Having been through Healer training, Calvin knew plenty about the way the body and the mind worked, but he had never actually been able to use that knowledge to his benefit. So Calvin liked the taste of sugar, corn syrup, and caffeine, there was nothing wrong with that.
“What would you like to drink, sir?” the waitress asked in an impatient tone, paired with an even more impatient tapping of her foot. This intimidated Calvin a bit, making him feel as if the world would come to an end if he didn’t reply quickly, “oneorangesoda!” Well… the woman wanted a speedy answer…
After explaining to Calvin that they had no such beverage, the waitress walked away in a sour mood, leaving Calvin sitting there in his empty booth, his cheeks a darker shade than they had been moments prior; the man was so easily embarrassed and so very socily awkward- he always had been and at his age, there was no hope of him getting any better.
Calvin pushed his menu away and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back so that his head was resting against the back of the booth he was sitting in. He looked around the cheap restaurant, wondering what he would do for fun when his internet was shut down when he couldn’t pay the bills because of the pizza he was about to order. “Gosh darn it…” he muttered.
by Calvin S. Ransom Mon Jun 14, 2010 6:10 am
