I usually have lunch at half past one, but yesterday I went to the office without breakfast (I only had a cup of tea) and by twelve o'clock I was already hungry. I don't like having lunch alone, so I said to Nick: “Let's have lunch together.” “All right,” he answered, “I'll join you in a few minutes.”
When we went to the canteen, there weren't many people there. We got tickets (checks) for lunch, sat down at a table near the window, and called the waitress. She brought knives, forks, spoons and plates and took our tickets (checks).
“Will you have any soup today?” I asked Nick.
“No, I'm not very hungry,” he said. “But I'll have some mineral water, salad, meat and potatoes, and ice-cream for the sweet.”
“Oh, here's the waitress.”
(The waitress brings the dishes.)
“The salad's very good, but there's not enough salt in it. Will you pass me the salt, please?”
“Certainly. Here it is.”
“Shall I pass you some rye bread?”
“No, thank you. I usually have it with the soup, and I like white bread for the meat course.”
The waitress came up to us in a few minutes and asked if we would have coffee, or tea.
“Yes, please. Tea for my friend, and coffee for me,” I said.
“Black or white?”
“Black, and some cake, please.”
“How d'you like your tea?” she asked my friend.
“Not very strong,” he answered, “and only two lumps of sugar, please.”
We talked a little, when lunch was over, and at twenty-five to one went back to the office. We had a little time before work to read the newspaper and have a smoke. We began work again half an hour later.