Boy & Waitress

"I'd like something... something good," said the boy. He stared at his folded napkin. It wanted to be a crane, he thought, but he couldn't yet figure out how to show the world.

A dignified pause.

"Take your time. Would you like me to give you a second?" Asked the blond waitress.

"A second what?"

"A second to look over the menu."

"I don't need a second to look over the menu."

"Would you like to order?"

"Yes."

"What can I get you?" She asked with a fake smile after the boy failed to elaborate.
 
"I'm not ready yet."

"Okay, I'll let you take your time to decide and be back in a few minutes."

"Please don't leave." The boy was crying.

"I'm sorry, hon, um... would like a napkin?"

"I've got one. But it's not a napkin. It's a crane. An elegant whooping crane! Can't you see?" The tears ran unabated and the startled waitress hurried to the server station to fetch some more absorbent white napkins for the youth.