He looked at her as she stared at him. Then she went to the tea coolers. He didn't say anything for a moment. Sweet I guess. Darlene filled a chipped plastic cup with some ice and the sweet tea and took it back to him.
Chicken melt plate.
Darlene turned back to the man at the counter. Sara had been awakened by Darlene's yelling of the order and was now tossing her a warning look. They had often argued over how chummy they should get with strangers at three in the morning. For Darlene, though, it made the time go faster to have someone to chat with on slow nights. But this man looked as though he might not want to talk much.