Happy New Year everyone

The cafe has French kitchen style long, heavy wooden tables with benches for the customers to sit on while sipping their cafes au lait. I was having Earl Grey tea while waiting for my friend to turn up. A group of middle-aged Americans shuffled in and sat down on the space next to me, their faces tinged pink with cold. They each took a laminated menu and stared at it for a while, then a man spoke.
"What's an espresso? Is it like a coffee?" he asked, cautiously looking into the eyes of the woman in front of him. The woman looked around the room, met my curious gaze, then stooped her neck lower to say to the man, "I think it's not exactly coffee, I think it's like a shot."
I hurriedly stuffed one of the sleeves of my puffa jacket into my mouth to stifle my giggles. The group murmured somewhat at this revelation, then another man said, "I don't like this menu, let's move to a different place." They all stood up and wrapped their jackets around their bodies before stalking across the floor towards the front door.