"One mocaccino, with lots of sugar and milk, please..."
"Sure thing..." Brewster went to prepare the coffee for Isabelle, who sat in silence, absorbed in her own thoughts, shuffling along in her purse until she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"So, you come here often?"
She jumped and turned her head. "Kid Cat?! What are you doing here!? It's..." - she checked her watch - "almost midnight!"
"Heh... I just came here for a drink, that's all."
"It's not safe for kids your age to be out so late. You need to get lots of rest so you grow up to have strong, firm bones."
Kid Cat scoffed. "Oh, Isabelle... you treat me like I'm still a kid..."
Brewster came back, handing Isabelle her coffee. "Brewed to perfection... enjoy..."
"Thanks..." Isabelle replied.
Brewster turned over to Kid Cat. "What do you want, sir..."
"Give me a glass of milk... two percent. I like to live dangerously."
"Okay..." Brewster went to grab Kid Cat's order, coming back only a few moments later. "Enjoy..."
Kid Cat took the glass and downed it in one sip, setting the glass back on the counter. "Well, it was nice knowing you, Isabelle, but now I have to go... the people of this village need me..."
Brewster turned to Kid Cat. "You're going to pay for that, right?..."
Kid Cat's face turned pale. "Well, uh, I'll see you tomorrow, Isabelle!" he said, darting out the door.
"Why you little!" Brewster hopped over the counter, chasing right after Kid Cat.
Isabelle stared straight ahead past the counter and continued sipping her coffee, having willfully ignored everything that happened within the past minute or so.
