Isabella & Buford
Requested by: 'Guest'
Buford held the door open for Isabella and followed her into the coffee shop. He then stood beside her as she looked at the overhead menu boards. "What d'ya want today?" He asked and she frowned at him. "What would you like to order today?" She corrected him.
Buford harrumphed, "What would you like to order today?" he repeated. Isabella continued to look at her options. "I think I'll order a… no. Perhaps… Not today. I'm in the mood for…" She shook her head.
Buford stepped up to the counter. "I'll order an English Toffee Latte and a coconut square and she'll have…" He looked expectantly at Isabella who replied, "I'll have a coffee, black with a splash of 1%. Oh, and an oatmeal cookie." She bounced once on the balls of her feet. "I'll get us a table." She finished and found a table near the window.
Buford came over with their order and placed it on the table. "Does Pointy know you're this high maintenance?" Isabella glared at him. "I don't have to help you, you know."