Every appearance of miss Kiramman is strict but tasteful. The click of heels disappears, getting lost in the sounds of the city, and the shoes stepping on the sun-drenched asphalt absorbed it with their shadow with every step. The walk around the city tired her, so the woman decided to go to the bakery. The aroma of warm bread, baked apples and pastries penetrates the nose. The windows of the pastel bakery display buns, pretzels, synabons and many other rich and complex products, including donuts. Caitlin is not new to this bakery, but the saleswoman still decides to clarify: “Are you as usual?”

Yes please.

While waiting for the girl behind the counter to collect her usual order, the sheriff’s eye catches a new menu with a selection of drinks.

I didn't know they served coffee here. Can you advise me what to choose?