Cinnamon latte.

"Uh, well, I'd recommend a cinnamon latte. I find they remind me of Christmas," you tell the mysterious beauty.

She sets her menu down, leaning forward on her elbows again. "Mmm... a bit of Christmas sounds wonderful... Perhaps I can get a present, too?"

She reaches forward, and while you don't know her intentions, you reflexively step back out of her reach. She again looks surprised, but hastily composes herself. She picks up the menu again, giving it a glance. "Ah, and may I have a slice of some cheesecake with it?"

Gulp.

"I do so love cheesecake..." she purrs, holding the menu out for you.

You visibly blush as you take the menu from her. Her finger comes slivers away from touching yours, but you hastily pull the menu from her grip before she can make contact. Again, she looks a bit surprised... Weird.

"I'll have them out for you in a jiffy!" you say, hastily running back to behind the counter.

You give the order to the baker in the back, then get started steaming the milk for her latte. You like to practice latte art. It's fun, and the customers enjoy it, even though you don't think you're very good. What can you make in this one? Hmmm... Oh, that might be a good idea!

You retrieve the cheesecake and carry it and the latte to the mysterious beauty in the corner. She's been staring at you this entire time, that subtle smile on her face, but her eyes seem to be searching. It's like she's studying you... Has she been flirting with you? It really has to be your imagination... You know Fuuzoku has a thing for you, it's pretty obvious, but a woman of this caliber? Probably just wishful thinking.

You step up to her table and place the cheesecake and latte before her. Before you can react, while you're focused on your work, she places her hand over the one holding her latte. You immediately stiffen.

"Thank you, Ren, how wonder... what's that?" She's distracted by the latte art. "Is that... a Christmas present?"

You just nod. "I like to practice latte art..."

"This cafe does latte art?" she asks.

You shake your head, looking away. Your cheeks tint pink. "No, I just... it's just something I like to do. Some of the customers seem to like it, I guess. I mentioned the cinnamon latte tastes like Christmas, and you said you wanted a present, so..."

She's looking up at you, her hand still on your's. You can't get a read on what she's thinking...