“Thanks Beanny!” Dolce called over his shoulder, barely avoiding slamming into another bun as he left the Paradise Cafe.
“Oops, sorry!” Dolce cast them an apologetic smile as his hands tightened around the pink take-out cup in his hands. There was a cold breeze this morning, so Dolce had decided to treat himself with something warm to sip.
Now, what to do today… Dolce took a sip of his drink and hissed softly as he quickly realized his tea was s...
