The giggling girl

“Good morning, room 419” On hearing my English accent the girl greeting and seating breakfasters giggles self-consciously.

A large airy room, narrow – slatted wooden blinds to a wall of glass to the right and an array of food to the left.

I walk around and look at the breakfasters before deciding which food display to rifle first – no familiar face.

Fresh fruit in a small white bowl, to my seat by the window, thick oblong wooden table, nicely laid out, a saucer but no cup.

Black bread, magnolia cheese, French stick. Cooked meat, “German” sausage, bits of bacon and a touch of scrambled egg.

Back to my table, still no familiar face. Away again for cup, orange juice and lemon tea.  Back, finish, no familiar face.

“Goodbye” On hearing my English accent the girl greeting and seating breakfasters giggles self-consciously.