Tea

So, Jennifer, who's done the layouts and artwork for two of my novels, and I are at Dean and Delucca. We both decide to get tea. She gets one kind and I get a different kind. The woman behind the counter gives me the two teabags on a plate. Then she pours two identical cups of hot water and hunches over them. After examining them for a beat, she looks up at me and slides one over the counter.

"This is for the Camomile," she says. She then slides over the second cup. "And this is for the Earl Gray."