Charlette leaned up against the counter of the cafe, glancing at a nearby customer before asking, “They have any good tea here?”
Summer shook her head, contemplating the menu as well. “I don’t know. I don’t drink tea. The pastries are amazing, though. That’s why I can’t decide.”
Charlette nodded in thanks, turning her menu absently to look at the pastries. There were some delicious looking cinnamon rolls, the problem was deciding on which of the variety to get. “Hmm, I see your problem,” she agreed, scrunching her nose up in amusement, “It all looks good.”
“Ugh, what am I even in the mood for?” The redhead shook the menu like that was going to give her an answer. “The problem is, I can’t remember what I had last time, so I can’t even just get the next thing on the list.” She threw a wry smile at the other girl, then scrunched her eyes closed and stabbed a finger at the menu. “This one.”