A local cat café recently opened up, with plenty of feline friends roaming the establishment. Fortunately, the café isn't bustling with people at this hour. Upon entering, the two of you are greeted with a variety of sweet scents wafting to your nose. A tortoiseshell announces its presence with a chirp, making Felicia giggle like a schoolgirl as the cat rubs against her legs. She coos to the cat, gently running her hand over the cat's fuzzy head. "Isn't he adorable? I'm already forgetting we're not just here for the cats, haha!"

You were soon seated, a menu propped up in front of you both. "A latte sounds good, hmmm?" Felicia queried, her gaze roaming over the options listed. "We could get some éclairs. I'm really feeling some crêpes right now, too." She glanced to her side, parting her lips with a question: "What do you think? Should I get the crêpes or the éclairs?" Felicia—although sounding like she was addressing you—was actually addressing a cat that found itself on your table.

After what felt like ages, she finally looked up from her flimsy menu. "Have you figured out what you want? I think I'll get a latte, some crêpes, some donuts, and a plate of éclairs." She nodded to herself, licking her lips at the thought. You can only imagine the exorbitant paycheck, so thank Felicia she's the one paying.