Leeta had always liked food; raw or cooked, sweet , sour or bitter, the black haired girl would eat nearly anything except stringy vegetables. So, seeing a cafe, she stepped up her leisurely pace to a brisk walk, eager to get inside and order something delicious.
Throwing the door open Leeta saw that the table for two at her left was free, and she tripped over the legs of the table in her hurry to sit down as she stared avidly at the wall menu. Although she had never dined out before in her life she had spent enough time as a child hanging around outside garden cafes with other street kids, watching customers order and dine and socialize with such jealousy she remembered exactly what to do. But there's so much to pick from!, she thought, eyes wide with shock at the variety on the menu. There was salads of every description, optional dressings and sauces with differently cooked meats - and then there were drinks, sugary fizzy brands and creamy coffees; there were teas and juices with different infusions...a waitress had approached before she had even really collected herself at the range she had to choose from for her early lunch.
She smiled at the girl and shook her head. "I'm not quite finished ordering, but could I have some water please?" Leeta asked sweetly, remembering to be polite and to act formal in a setting like this - normally her language was a lot more straight-forward and rough. The waitress nodded and left, and Leeta's black eyes returned to the menu, now taking in the choice of desserts.