Maddie entered Delta Pie from outside. The sight of such a long line was slightly discouraging to the young woman. She had been waiting outside for almost ten minutes already, before deciding it was best to just go ahead and reserve a table for her and her old host family whom she was here to visit. Americans. Maddie had to ponder the irony. Her old host family had always been five minutes late to everything, as long as she had known them, and here she was still insisting on being punctual.
The petite college student quietly joined the queue waiting to be seated and pulled out her phone. She took a quick selfie and sent it to a friend through snapchat. A few minutes of scrolling through Instagram and Facebook and it was finally her turn. "Hallo," Maddie greeted the hostess. "Table for five, please." Her english was good when she kept it simple. This was something she had prided herself on for years, even if the German accent and the deliberate spacing of her words betrayed that it wasn't her native tongue.
She followed a waiter to the newly opened table and took a seat. She looked at the man at the next table over munching on trail mix and the faintest hint of a smile appeared on her normally stoic face. "Hungry?" Maddie laughed, sparking a friendly conversation with the stranger. "Normally people come here to eat pizza and not bring their own snack, yes?" It was strange behavior to her, but it was also kind of cool in a fun and dorky way. As she straightened out her black tennis dress, Maddie hoped that the man wouldn't mistake her attempt at dry humor as rude.