Hidden behind the menu, Katja looked up at the waitress. By her expression, the girl was clearly zoned out. Not a huge surprise. "What's good?" she asked, just a hint of a Russian accent flavoring her words.
Not really sure what she was in the mood for, she was really just killing time. Katja smiled at the waitress as she waited for an answer. "Is it always so warm in here?" Why didn't people turn the AC on once the warm weather started? That totally drove Katja nuts.
Lazily, she kicked her book against the table leg so softly that it barely made a sound.