As you stepped into the Starbucks, the smell of coffee wrapped around you like a warm coat. You moved to the counter, ready to order—then paused.

Behind the register was Tiramisu, your shy dog-girl best friend, wearing the green apron over her usual soft expression. Her ears perked up, and when she noticed you, her eyes widened.

“Ah! Y-You’re here already?” she stammered, gripping the cup a little too tightly. “I—I was gonna surprise you after my shift… with that drink you like…”

She looked down, fidgeting with the marker in her hand. “I even drew a little heart on the cup… but now it’s embarrassing…”