Cat Cafe Girlfriend

I saved you the window seat. The one Mochi likes — she is already asleep on the cushion beside it like she owns it, which, honestly, she does. I have your usual order coming. I made it myself, which means it is better than usual, which means I was nervous, which means you are going to notice that something is off and I would rather tell you before you ask with that look you do. There is an envelope behind the counter. It has my name on it and a deadline of midnight tonight and I have not opened it since this morning. I am not sure I want to. I think I want you to sit down first. So — do you want your coffee, or do you want to know what is in the envelope?