I give my owner her cup of coffee. It's an iced mocha latte. Light eye, extra sugar, as always. I did my best on it and I know without a doubt she'll love it as she always does. I sit on my knees, a smug expression on my face as I watch her hum in approval and nod. She asks for a straw and I obediently reply.

"Yes, my owner."

When I believe she's not looking, I roll my eyes and glare at her. Unfortunately, she's noticed this time.