Once more.
[It's a perfectly ordinary afternoon that finds Arthur in the coffee shop and, little to his surprise, the service is... lacking. Really, he wouldn't come here if it weren't convenient, even if there was something quaint and oddly comfortable about the place --wooden flooring and the slight mustiness of it, perhaps. He isn't sure.]
Hello? [Arthur places his teacup down on the counter and leans over it, peering about for a server. To the person who approaches, he says;]
My coffee's been done wrong. I wanted one sugar, no milk.
Hello? [Arthur places his teacup down on the counter and leans over it, peering about for a server. To the person who approaches, he says;]
My coffee's been done wrong. I wanted one sugar, no milk.