In the café

They sat down, gave the waitress their orders and started talking. "A lovely café, reminds me of a bistro. There´s a ..." , she paused, searching for words, "a nostalgic feeling". He smiled and answered, that she had stated the reason why this place is his favorite. "Pies too, like homemade - sounds tacky, but tastes good". - "Truly like a leap out of time," and she added with a gesture towards the hat, now on the table, "like your outfit, when I may point out". He smiled again, a bit wider this time, showing white healthy teeth and explained: "we try to make things a bit relaxed trough little things like this - we have a Monroe day at work today, so.. I went trough the closets and fixed something together. I guess I do look peculiar." - "No, not at all. You look handsome, this look suits you" she replied with a smile. He raised his eyes and looked at her. A pretty woman, near his own age, curly light brown hair set in a bun. A pleasing face, what lighted up when she smiled and he started to say , that her smile suits her, but he was interrupted by the waitress. Two cups of coffee, a beefsteak and a blueberry pie. "Bon appetit!" she said raising her cake fork, - "To you too, I hope you enjoy it" and started eating his steak.