Ben picked up the sopping stack of napkins just as a girl about his age came up with a slightly more efficient cleaning rag, asking if he was okay.
"Uh, I'm..." He was all of a sudden very, very aware that he looked like an idiot dripping extremely light coffee from a 2-inch thick block of napkins. He quickly turned to the nearby garbage can and threw them out. By the time he turned back, the girl had cleaned up the spill with just a few quick swipes.
"Uh, thanks," he said, sheepish both at having spilled the coffee and it being coffee that was practically white from his experiments with coffee additives. "I don't really drink coffee. Wasn't sure how to..." he motioned at the table where the sugar and creamers and such were.
"There's such thing as a white coffee?" Ben made a face. "Well, I dunno if I'll be having that. My version was kinda gross. I think it put me off to coffee for a while."
He eyed her hot chocolate jealously. "I didn't know there was hot chocolate. I must missed it, I got scared off by all the big Italian words on the menu. That musta been after the Machi-somethings."