"No problem, take your time," Beverly waved him off, so he could do what he needed to do - in the meantime, she'd just finish up her espresso (and drinking this meant no sleep, but really, sleep was for the weak). She waited for Stan up front and when he was ready to go, so was she.
Her arm looped around his - you know, just for the sake of keeping him near where he could easily point out the exciting sights of Sleepyville without worrying about her wandering off. Not that she planned to. Plus, body heat - you couldn't go wrong with that. "So what did you do before you came here and decided to be this town's coffee savior?" she asked, tucking her hand into his elbow. Inquiring minds wanted to know.