The tinkling bell immediately sent Emily into an almost automatic motion.  Her head shifted towards the doorway, just in time to witness Parker's overly elaborate bow.  Hiding a smirk, she slid off of her seat on the stool, making sure to grab two lamented menus just before landing soundlessly on the ground.  Tucking them underneath one arm, she used her free hand to snatch up one of the sugar containers before stepping delicately towards the couple's table.  The rubber soles of her small, pink canvas shoes squeaked as she walked across the checkered, linoleum tiles.  The entirety of the diner had been set in up to resemble something out of the 1950s, which included a jukebox (it had been broken for several months, though) and Norman Rockwell-esque posters.  Even her uniform's design appeared to have been pilfered from Ruby's diner, red-stripes and all.  However, due to her petite frame, she had been forced to safety pin the back of the dress in several places just to keep it on.<br/><br/>She couldn't have stood more then two or three inches over five feet, her twiggy build drowning within the oversized dress.  Despite her size (or lack thereof), she tried her best to stand tall and straight, flashing her best smile towards the couple when she approached the edge of their booth.  "Hello," she chirped, sliding the sugar container across the table.  The object came to a halt just millimeters away from the ketchup bottle causing the young girl to beam momentarily.<br/><br/>"Is there anything I can get you two to drink?  Coffee?  Juice...?"  Her voice trailed off as  she heard the door swing open suddenly, the bell clattering indecently as a result.  Instantaneously, she craned her neck to peer towards the entrance, cerulean gaze landing on the figure of a hunched man.  Despite the weather, he was wrapped in a heavy looking coat and had a wad of tissues pressed against the lower half of his face.  Occasionally, he'd let out a loud cough, sputtering and sniffling while he shuffled towards a stool by the counter.  "Oh, uh, sorry.  Here're your menus."  Embarrassed for her temporary lapse in attention, she held the rectangular spreads towards each of them.  "Um, we have tea, also.  If you'd prefer that."  She'd recalled detecting some sort of accent earlier, but quickly made a mental note to kick herself for making such a stereotype.