"Um…yeah," Taylor said.
"Follow me, sir," the young man said, hurrying off towards a booth in the back corner. After Taylor had gotten seated, the boy handed him a menu and asked him what he would be served for a beverage.
"Just tea will be fine," Taylor replied, looking at his menu.
"I'll be right back."
Taylor, after deciding on the BLT sandwich, began to take an inventory of the people in the small, crowded place. Most of them were in suits and ties, although a few looked as though they'd just crawled out of the slums. Most of the waiters and waitresses appeared to be young; in their teens or early twenties. Taylor wondered how many of them were in high school, and how they had all managed to get out for work.
"Have you decided what you would like to eat?" Taylor started, and looked up at the waiter.
"Um, yes. The bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich," he said.
"Very well," the waiter said, sitting a glass of tea on Taylor's table. Taylor then noticed the dark green-and-white checked table cloth. "I'll have it to you as soon as possible. Thanks for coming to 'Little C's'."
Taylor watched as the young man seated another group of people before going back to the kitchen to place his order. Less than 10 minutes had passed when Taylor's sandwich had been brought out to him. The young man stopped briefly to converse. "I've never seen you around here before. Are you new to the neighborhood, or did you just hear about us?"
"I'm new to the neighborhood," Taylor replied.
"Ah," the young man replied. "My name is Michael. I'll be your waiter, obviously. If you would like anything just make sure to tell me."
"Thanks," Taylor said.
"You're welcome," Michael told him, handing him a check. "Anything else will be added to your bill later."
"Okay."
Michael then went off to another table. Taylor shook his head, and picked up his sandwich. He was about to take his first bite when he heard someone shout, "Hey, Teresa!"
Taylor's head snapped up. There, pulling a coat on and smiling, stood Teresa. "Hey, Sam! How are you doing?"
"Better!" the man in ragged clothes replied, grinning back and holding his glass up to toast her. "Going to pick up that young'n of yours?"
"Sure am," Teresa replied.
"Ah, fine young boy!" the man replied, chuckling.
"Here, here!" Teresa said, nodding and laughing. "He's gonna kill me if I'm late, pappy. Care to keep an eye on things for me?"
"You aren't gonna run out on me while I'm not looking, hey, Teresa?" the old man asked.
"Nah," Teresa said, waving her hand at him. "I only do that to the ones who deserve it."
The room seemed to laugh at that, while Taylor only felt pain. Teresa then exited hurriedly, the door clanging shut after her.