Nesryn flashed a smile and before too long was closing the distance between herself and the woman waving at her. “Welcome!” She chimed, offering a menu. A paper napkin bound set of utensils would be set down at the woman’s right, near the edge of the table. Based on the gesture of the imitation she had brought along a mug that dangled from a finger and also a pot of coffee. “Can I start you with something to drink? Coffee?”
This one had an intriguing smell - she couldn’t place it exactly.
The mug would settle on the flat surface and the brown, steaming brew poured into it.