Eugenides stared at the smile that the man wore for him but he didn't put it past him. He was saved by the need to respond when the door to the kitchen opened and the waitress stepped among the dining tables with a tray at hand. His bowl of chowder was there with three plates of cobbler, a cup of coffee and a full glass of milk.
"Here you go," she said to him as she placed his second filling of soup before him and beside it, a cobbler that oozed with a deep purple filling. Unlike his other customer, though, he had nothing fancy on top of it but that was fine by him. Poor men were not known to be choosy.
He took up his fork as the waitress wished to him he'd enjoy his meal before she made her way to the other person and placed his orders on his table. "Will there be anything else, Sir?" Gen heard her ask him sweetly. As for him, he cut himself up a small piece of the cobbler, turned to look at the other man, then lifted it up for him to see that it was not apple before he ate it. It was just as well, he thought.