The Relation Between Layla and Melinda

Layla walked into the coffee shop. Her heel that had been clacking on the floor attracted some of the young people in the shop. Putting her clutch on the counter, she looked up to the menu that was hanging on the wall.

"Hmm…" She tapped her finger on her chin, thinking hard which drink fit the hot weather today. "Which drink sells the most?" She ended up asking the worker that was waiting patiently for her order.

"Well Miss, our ice america-"

"Ah no no no, I don't really into coffee…" She stopped him with her hand waving saying absolute no to caffeine. "Let's just go with vanilla latte…" She said, taking out her card, "and again, no caffeine."