"Timothy, you jerk! Get your mind out of the gutter!" Mavis' face flushed with anger as she caught onto the implication in Timothy's words.
Timothy chuckled. "Just messing with you. We've already—"
Mavis stared daggers at him.
Timothy scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Alright, alright, I was just kidding. I'll stop."
Mavis threw him an indifferent glance and exited the car, heading toward the nearby café. Timothy reluctantly followed her.
The café was serene, with a few patrons scattered about. Soft melodies played in the background, and the air was filled with the subtle aroma of coffee.
They found a seat, and a waitress, Victoria Smith, approached them with a menu, smiling warmly.
"What can I get for you two?"
Timothy took the menu, crossed his legs, and muttered as he flipped through it, "What kind of coffee do you sell? Is it any good? Why is it so expensive?"
Victoria's smile wavered slightly. "Sir, our coffee is handcrafted and freshly ground, which is why the pri
