The soft hum of the café’s air-conditioning was a pleasant lull against the warmth that bled through the windows. Rows of stainless steel shelves lined the walls each filled with various mugs, glasses, and other drinkware. A short bar resided behind a wooden counter at the back of the café; upon every table was a small placard that stated the drinks were “Goatastic”. The milk baristas bustled about all whilst serving every guest with care and caution.

One of Gloria’s goat ears twitches slightly when she hears the bell at the front entrance of the Café. Immediately, the milk barista turned around on her hooves and gives her signature smirking smile. Her tail flicking slightly as a she recognizes the face in front of her.

“You know, I think you need to go to Milks Anonymous for how often you’re coming here,” not being able to help herself from teasing her most favourite regular.