A new friend

The walk to the coffee shop took seven minutes and thirty nine seconds. Ami knew this; she had walked it many times, and had a habit of collecting data on everything.

She made it in less than six minutes, bursting through the door breathing slightly heavily from her rushed walk.

The green-eyed barista was still there. Good.

"Hi! You're back! Welcome." The bright, cheery young woman said. "What can I do for you?"

Ami smiled warmly. "You know, that latte I got earlier was the best I think I've ever had! I can't get it out of my head; I just have to have another one!"

The Barista's eyes sparkled and her smile turned perhaps slightly wicked. "You shall have it. And anything else you want, sweet girl. There is such exquisite pain in you. I can almost taste it."

Ami thought that was a very odd thing to say, but if it meant she could have that delicious drink again, she didn't mind.

She waited patiently and was rewarded with a hot cup full to the brim with her new favorite thing in the world. She took a big sip immediately, despite the heat.

"Mmmm. Perfection. I don't know how you do it, but you're the best." Ami looked at the cutely written name tag on the barista's chest. "Miss Donna."

Donna smiled. "Please, just Donna. I have a feeling you and I will become very close."

Ami smiled as she swallowed another mouthful of the latte. "Donna, if you keep making them like this, I'll call you anything you like."

Donna grinned and pushed a second cup across the counter. "You're cute. Here's another one. On the house."

Ami beamed, excitement coursing through her like lightning. "Oh! Thank you so much! You're the best."

"Just make sure you drink it all, okay?" Donna smiled. She was so beautiful. Ami felt good when she looked into her emerald eyes.

"Yes, Donna. I'll drink all of it."

"Good girl."

Ami shuddered with pleasure. She liked that very much.

She took her two cups home, feeling once again light and happy. The world was a beautiful place at night. The moon shine brightly overhead, making her think of Serena. She smiled, sipping her latte, and for some reason she pictured her friend completely naked.

She'd caught glimpses of her naked body every time they transformed, and while the female body had never been something that held any particular interest for Ami before, suddenly she felt rather warm just thinking about it.

She let herself into her apartment, kicked off her shoes, and headed towards her room. She felt good. Really good.