Loli walked walked into the diner, as a man and a woman briskly hurried throughout the door past her. Loli recognized the man. He lived on her floor, number 541. The man's chest was covered with toast crumbs, and he had a small piece of egg on his chin. He intently followed the woman outside to who knows where.
She smiled and shook her head as she headed for a free booth. As she waited for someone to take her order she looked around the room. A woman sat at a booth by herself, intently focusing on her menu as a scrappy looking man rapped on the window next to her.
Behind the counter, Loli could see the cooks scrambling eggs and frying almost anything you could imagine. Finally a waitress came waddling to Loli's table to take her order.
Loli hadn't looked at the menu, but she didn't need too.
"A bowl of Frosted Flakes and a glass of orange juice please"
The waitress scribble something on her pad. "That's all?" Loli nodded in response. The waitress waddled behind the counter opening the fridge filled with glasses to keep them chilled. She took one out and poured it full of orange juice, waddled back and sat the glass down on Loli's table.
"I'll be right back with your cereal she said.
Loli took a sip of the juice. It was scrumptious. Sweetly acidic. She put it back across from her, wanting to save the rest for her meal. The waitress, who's name tag she saw read Wanda, waddled back towards her, a bowl in hand and small pitcher in hand with milk sloshing out ever step she took. She sat the bowl and pitcher on the table in front of the orange juice.
Loli thanked her and picked up the pitcher to pour the milk over her flakes. Just a bit of milk: Not to much or the cereal would get too soggy too fast. Not too little or the cereal would remain unbearably crunchy. She poured just enough that the milk coated the top layer of the cereal and seeped through to the bottom of the bowl.
She took a healthy spoonful and stuffed it in her mouth. The milk to flake ratio was exactly as she liked it. The sweetness of the flakes was subdued by the milk.
She heard a man behind her talk about how fucking good his meal was, well, she thought, if only he could eat this.