So. Roxy wasn't staring at her. That would have been rude, and she tried not to be rude when it was unwarranted. It was her job to be attentive toward customers, wasn't it? It's not her fault if sometimes her customers looked like- well, like Paola Zabini. After sorting and separating the coffee beans, setting the whipped cream to get whipping, and preparing the foam for foaming, Roxy leaned against the counter and peeked through the shop windows to the outside tables.
Obviously she was waiting for someone. Or something. Vaguely, Roxanne wondered if someone was being spied on. Maybe Paola was being spied on? By someone other than her, of course. You never could be too careful these days. Maybe Roxy should go over and she if she was alright. Maybe that was just an excuse, but Roxy's shift was just about over anyway and what would be the harm?
Untying her apron, setting it behind the counter and smoothing her hair down, Roxanne did a quick check to make sure there was no one to attend to. Fingers brushing along the edge of Paola's table casually, Roxy tilted her head and asked with a small amount of concern, "Would you like me to get you anything else while you wait? We have marionberry muffins, served with brie and a spoonful of sweet butter. We don't always like to put those on the menu when we make them, so we can have them to ourselves. But... I can make an exception?"