The doors opened slowly. A little figure stepped in. Shamad threw back his hood and glanced around. "So many people and all so tall."he whispered to himself. He rubbed his chest and walked to a table. A waitress walked over.
"May I take your order?"
"Yes. I'll have the special and a fruit juice."
The waitress nodded and walked back to the kitchen. Shamad sat back and watched the other patrons.
"May I take your order?"
"Yes. I'll have the special and a fruit juice."
The waitress nodded and walked back to the kitchen. Shamad sat back and watched the other patrons.