“Afternoon, Alpha, Luna,” the young woman said with a polite nod of her head. “What can I get you today?”
Carrie looked up at Drew and shrugged. There was no menu or any indication of what the barista could or would make.
“Monica can make anything you like,” Drew softly told her.
Carrie laughed, “Does that mean she knows how to make Feather’s special coffee order that I had today? That was so good, and I could use the chocolate after what happened earlier.”
“If you are referring to the extra-large mocha latte, with extra espresso, shots of mocha, and sugar, then, yes, I know how to make it,” Monica grinned. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes, please,” Carrie nodded. “And would you do me a favor?”
“Of course, Luna,” Monica said as she wrote on a paper coffee cup.
“Will you please call me
