The young woman on the other side of the counter touched something in Jayne's memory. Her manner, the softness of her speech...
"It's almost like looking in a mirror, isn't it?"
Though Jayne had come some way since she was the girl's age, she hadn't completely broken habits born of a lifetime. A nudge at her mind, however, reminded her that she was there for a reason - albeit a pleasant one.
"I'll have one of those," she said, pointing to one of the croissants in the display case, "and a medium mocha latte, please."