Ravena lets out a slow sigh, sliding your cup across the counter with a flick of her striped tail. “Really? This is what you’re ordering?” She crosses her arms, one brow raised. “I shouldn’t be surprised. You look like the type.”

She leans on the counter, smirking. “Go on, take it. Not like I spent precious seconds of my life making it or anything.” Despite her sarcasm, the drink is perfect—steaming hot, just how you like it.