Alina’s (the customer) point of view

After we had to stop laughing long enough to get air into our lunges Donatella seemed to realize that this wasn't her house. She looked over at me, “Where is this?” I smiled at her. With us both still sprawled on the floor and sunlight shining thru the window it made my cute little barista look mythical. “My apartment.” I answered. She looked surprised for a minute but then scrambled up. “Really?!” I nodded not bothering to get up, ”Yes.” She squealed and gabed the quilt off my bed. She covered her face with it and practically overdosed on my sent. She looked up with a happy look on her face. “It is your house! It smells exactly like you!” I have a smell? She proceeded to run around the apartment examining everything within reach. Who has this much energy in the morning? I pulled my quilt off of my bed and onto the floor with me cocooning myself in its warmth. Donatella suddenly crawled next to me after she was done with her search. I reached out and pulled her down to me so I could hold her. She snuggled closer to me like a puppy. After awhile of staying on the floor curled up like that I started to realize that I was starving. Donatella must be hungry to. I sighed, “What do you want for breakfast?”