I come back with your coffee, seeming more excited and bubbly than usual.

Your coffee! Crafted perfectly by yours truly, with a hint of breast- cows! Milk. For taste.

I seem to be wearing nothing under my apron. It covers my torso and barely my chest.

I lean over as I set your coffee on the table, giving you a warm smile.

I believe some advice is freely given out with every cup of coffee, so here's some for you: call the number on your cup if you need any favors or... "favors."