Cinnamon roll and a mocha.

You relax a little, realization dawning on you that Mable hasn't slapped you or told you to go away... yet. Still, after watching the barista (baristo?) casually looking at her breasts, you realize just how used to it she is... assuming she's telling the truth about being naked all the time. Maybe it's refuge in audacity or just a naive desire to trust a beautiful girl, but you believe her. You're not going to ignore the fact she's naked, but you're not going to stare. Not until she tells you you can, which you aren't expecting any time soon.

"I-I'll get a-a cinnam-mon roll a-and a-a moc-cha" you stutter out, shifting awkwardly on your feet a little. You turn back to look at Mable's pretty face, unable to believe no one has called this girl cute before. She was that at the very least!

"Strawberry long john, small hot chocolate, cinnamon roll, and a mocha. Want me to put it on your credit line, Mable?" he asks, ringing up the orders on his register.

You're about to speak up and say you can pay for your own pastry and coffee, but Mable speaks before your stutter can finish winding up. "Sure thing, Jerry."

Your shoulders slump in defeat, a silent sigh escaping your lips. Mable looks over at you, noticing. Blushing a bit, she reaches over and gives your hand a squeeze.

"Hey, it's easier for me. You're in college, right? Gotta conserve your funds. Plus, I gotta credit line to every store in town, so I don't gotta pull a wallet out or anything."

"No, j-just... I tried to, to, to-"

Mable frowns, her face softening as she begins to realize just what happened. "Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't notice you, uh... C'mon, let's go wait for our stuff at one of the tables. Jerry'll bring it over."

Mable turns and guides you over to one of the tables by the hand. You can't help but notice the continued contact... The naked girl doesn't exactly strike you as the touchy-feely sort. You figure she's big on personal space, for fairly understandable and obvious reasons. This is your first time holding a girl's hand, and to be honest, it's making you nervous.

"Uh, i-isn't my h-h-hand clammy?" you ask.

Mable pauses right at one of the tables. She turns, looking at your interlocked hands, then up at you. And with the pretty staggering height difference, she has to crane her neck a bit. To your surprise, she gives your hand a little squeeze, a soft smile and sympathetic look in her golden eyes from between dark green bangs.

"Nah. I like how warm your hand is... I wish it could warm me up..."

Wait, what? Mable seems to realize what she said, her face lighting up like a stop light.

"Here you go!"

The naked girl jumps in surprise as Jerry arrives with a tray with your pastries and drinks on it. She looks like she's about to deck him!