“Cream and sugar?” Willow asked the patron in front of them, holding up both in each hand. Most people would have hated the morning rush at the Diner but it was new for Willow. A rarity. They were so used to the truckers and travelers of the late night shift poppin’ in for a bite to eat as they made their way to who knows where that the breakfast club was a new thing for them. It should have been one of those days that they had all to themselves, just them and their textbooks, but they’d been contacted about picking up an extra shift and the forty-seven dollars in their bank account was aching for some support. So, here they were. Despite the stress, a smile on their face and a willingness to meet the people of the town they still felt they knew so little about. “If you’re lookin’ for healthy substitutes or non-dairy options, we haven’t had those restocked for weeks. I keep tellin’ them that they need to help out the intolerant crowd but, well, I think its all about money or something. I don’t know. Between you and me, I like coffee black anyway so I don’t get the whole ‘war on milk’ or whatever it is.” They set the cream and sugar down and left it for the patron to decide on.
