“How about a cappuccino?”
Picking up one of the wood chips, sniffing it. “Ah, such a lovely lemony smell-“ he says, pretending to take a small nibble. “Must be freshly baked,”
“Well, I knew what I liked and didn’t like I suppose. Besides, jobs aren’t set in stone forever. I know someone at my work who left it to do another job,”
“Well, yeah, you can be whatever you want, whenever you want, sometimes even at the same time,”
Ruffling her ears. “Besides, you don’t have to worry about that kind of stuff for awhile,”
“Wh-“
She’s quick. He doesn’t even have time to process it. Getting up, whining-
“Aw, my knees-“
Getting his footing. He goes to examine what startled her.