Miley had managed her little café on her own for a year by now. It Always had been her big dream of having one of those little cafés where you feel at home, where you really love to come and feel comfortable, and not too expensive. The first thing on her mind was the well beeing of the people that would visit her. It weren't many, since it was just little somewhere in the middle of nowhere from Paris, but she didn't care, she loved this place.
After already a few hours of standing behind the counter she only had two visiters, but then her eyes went over to the open door as two male walked in, they seemed so busy talking to eachother, that she'd just wait a little and let them choose wherever they wanted to sit and pick something to drink.
After a few more minutes she walked up to them and took out her little notebook from her apron and smiled and them and started to talk French to them "Good afternoon sirs, what could I get you?" She noticed the one younger man just staring at her like he had seen a ghost, but then heard the other man, who could be his father or some older friend or whatever start in english. Then it hit her, of course he'd stare at her like she was crazy if he didn't understand, so she started in english with a little frech accent "Good afternoon, what could I get you? Did you already decide?" She asked them, as she still noticed one of them staring at her, until the other made him snap out of it.
I hope that's good?