green bean cafe

shouta stepped into the cafe. he had decided to try the new local cafe that had opened. thankfully, it was just around the corner.

stepping into the space, the atmosphere was cozy. he sat at the kid-sized plastic chair and table, grimacing when his knees protested at the bend but he made do.

the little green haired waiter toddled from behind the mini kitchen counter, beaming up at him before handing him the piece of paper that he presumed was the menu.

the dark haired man contemplated his options- which weren’t much since the shaky crayon writing only included ‘mlk’, ‘wotah’ and ‘kofi’ with the last option scribbled out.

“i’d like to order a glass of milk, please.”