Food Sweet delicious food. She could smell it. So close, so very close. Patricia wandered into the shop, a few sickles in her pocket and her mouth already watering at the thought of grease in her future. Some girls like salads. Merlin, some girls liked vegetables but as far as Patricia was concerned they didn't exist. Fish 'n chips were real food and as a real girl it was her job to eat as much of it as she could.
Then she heard it. Her other favorite word. "Could you make that two cups? I'm willing to offer an arm, just say the word." Patricia slid over to the free table next to the familiar looking man. She couldn't quite place him. He wasn't a classmate. Maybe someone from an assignment? The Ministry perhaps? Either way he ordered coffee and that made him alright in her book.
"I know you right? Either that or you have that ubiquitous British face. All you white people look alike," she said, leaning forward in her seat. "Kidding! Kidding. Seriously though, you look familiar."