"Order at table four!" Calls out

  manager Emi from behind the

  the bar.

  As I walk over to Emi, she

  wears a stern expression,

  having gray short hair and

  purple eyes.

  I take the tray away from

  her hands, smiling rather

  kindly and she returns

  the smile back.

  Business is relatively slow

  today, yet here at Cafe

  Dream we always get

  customers.

  Speaking of customers,

  the person at table four

  has ordered chocolate

  pancakes with scramble

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  eggs and bacon.

  And their drink choice was

  plain milk.

  While working here, I've

  come to realize that

  whatever we order

  is a reflection of

  who we are.

  A cliche saying is, "That we

  are what we eat."

  This is very true while viewing

  this saying more deeply.

  We are what we consume,

  that goes for not only food

  but for information we

  soak up like a sponge

  daily.

  Everything we view with

  our eyes and the things

  we allow to influence us

  might save or cast us

  into ruin.

  "Here is your order." I simply

  say to the customer who

  looks distraught.

  She's nicely dressed

  in her school uniform,

  having black pigtails

  with a right side bang

  and focused red eyes.

  She's staring down

  at her sheet of

  homework

  problems.

  From where I stand,

  I can see math

  problems.