Fine Sector Six Cuisine
Word Count: 100
Cloud had finally given up trying to choke down what he'd ordered. Pushing the half-full plate aside, he put down his gil. It disappeared into the waiter's sleeve as soon as he let go of it, but the greasy little man was still looking at him expectantly.
I've had better dog food, Cloud wanted to say. "It was all right."
"Oh!" The waiter beamed. "Thank you, sir! Here you are." He handed over a small square of paper.
Cloud sighed and stuffed the pharmacy coupon in his pocket. What I won't do for free stuff.