Told from barista’s (Donatella's) point of view

After agonizing over which seat to pick I sat down on a nice leather couch in the back. That way It wasn't to formal and I could be as close to Alina as possible. I started bouncing my knee up up and down at rapid speed. It was a habit I fell back on when I was nervous or board. After what felt like an eternity Alina walked back and sat down next to me. She was holding a large milkshake with two straws buried in a mountain of whip cream. Alina held out the drink and bit on one of the straws as a silent dare. “How serious about me are you?” My mind went blank and without a second of hesitation I latched onto the other straw. It’s a pumpkin pie milkshake! I love those! After we downed at least half of it we both can back up for air. Some whip cream was on Alina’s bottom lip and milkshake drunk I leaned over and kissed it off.