Even though being a werewolf was definitely more than a little bit suckish, Leah would never get tired of being able to consume three times her mass in food without gaining any weight. The fact that she could consume comfort food like she could breathe was the only reason she'd survived the first few weeks. Still, though it could be a trying experience getting two million and whatever calories a day, especially when living on a meager salary like hers. Starbucks wasn't really a money saver, but she couldn't resist their pumpkin scones. They were her weak spot.
"Tall latte and nine pumpkin scones," She'd ordered nonchalantly, ignoring the weird looks the barista gave her as she payed. As it turned out, though, carrying nine scones and a tall latte wasn't really all that easy, and when she picked up her drink and turned around she managed to run head on into somebody who was shorter than she was (then again, who wasn't?) and dropped her baked goods all over the floor, spilling the hot coffee in the process too.
"Shit, sorry," She apologized to the gothy looking girl, flailing somewhat uselessly. "I'm so sorry, I'm an idiot. Are you okay?"