<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">Caoimhe brought out the large plate and a glass of cold orange juice, smiling her fake, plastered-on waitress smile. "Here you go." She sat the plate down in front of the girl, then glanced toward the pay phone. "That stupid phone has been broken forever. The owner says there's no reason to fix it, since everyone has cells phones now." She shrugged. "I don't argue with her. Well, enjoy your food."</span>