The waiting was always hardest. She knew it and could see that Nick was struggling. The anxiety was clear. He was still learning to cope outside his family.
“It’ll be alright you know?”
He nodded and continued staring at the menu on the wall behind the counter.
Sometimes the simple act of buying a coffee
“Have you made a decision?”
Nick didn’t respond. He was shifting back and forth ever so slightly. His hands held down by his side. His fingers rubbing against his palms.
She tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to her. She gave a reassuring smile. And held up the notepad.
She’d learnt a long time ago to carry a pen and notepad with her at all times. She would pick what she was ordering well in advance write it down and present it to the person behind the counter. It was easy that way. It saved the embarrassment.
When she tried to order without it she met by awkward smiles, complete confusion or ignorance.
Which was understandable.
It was no different to the majority of people not speaking another language. Although even fewer people spoke hers. They had little use for it unless it impacted on them directly.