"Not a Cappie-cino?" Cappie asked, pouting in jest. Still, when the barista asked what they wanted, he ordered a caramel latte for her, just as she had asked, and a regular latte for himself.
As they waited, Cappie leaned against the high counter and looked down (way, way down - God, she was tiny) at his new companion. "So where were you going when I so rudely interrupted your day?" he asked, folding his arms loosely, comfortably, over his t-shirted chest.