Waiter

Opening the large wooden doors the smell of coffee and cake reaches your nose. The stone floor is warm and covered in various fur carpets under tables, giving a homey atmosphere to the cafe. Quickly a black and white dragon rushes toward you with a smile on his face. He wears a classy waistcoat and pants, a white bow tied around his neck.
“Hello! Let me show you to your table.” He turns and leads you to a single-seated table in the corner of the cafe by a large window. You sit in the plush chair as he pulls out a notepad. “What can I get for you?” You ask for a simple tea and creme puff. He nods enthusiastically before he’s gone in a flash, wings fluttering as he grabs your order. He’s back as soon as he leaves, this time holding a tea tray with what you assume must be your drink inside. He unhooks a cup from his tail with speed and precision you did not expect from the coatl and just as fast warm liquid is pouring from the kettle and into the cup before you without a drop of a spill. Steam rises from the warm drink and the aroma fills the air around you both as he pulls an ornate-looking napkin from one of his parcels, setting the cup on top of it with a flourish. He nods at you before he turns toward this kitchen for the creme puff. Taking a moment you study the quaint cafe and its few current customers in various stages of eating or drinking their orders. Small decorations of strings and bows have been draped across the ceiling, shimmering in the natural light of the windows. Without time for your eyes to wander further, the coatl is back holding a decorative plate, your creme puff deliberately placed in the center.
“Let me know if you need anything else.” He gives you a grin before quickly leaving again, disappearing into the kitchen once more.