It was a cup of hot chocolate. Granted there were marshmallows, but it was still only a cup of chocolate.
Two chunky ladies sat at a high top eying the cup as it came towards them.
“Only one? We ordered two…”
“It’s for table five.” The waitress said. “You ordered diet choc. That don’t come with marshmallows.”
The bigger of the two women reached out and deliberately jogged the tray, at which the solitary occupant of table five kicked her.
The fight was epic.
A rough sleeper slithered into the cafe, grabbed the disputed treat and ran for his life.