'That was kind of you,' Abby pointed out, accepting the swimming-pool of a mug with two dainty hands.
She was beginning to believe just about everything Robb did was kind and sensible, from insisting on paying for her drink to tipping the barista. He opened doors for people, man and woman, friend and stranger alike, and found wonder in all the animals of the zoo. Even the scaly, slimy ones, cooing over them as much as he’d done Ozzy. The sexy, clouded, eyeliner wearing Ocelot and prized cat of Orange County Zoo had received equal amounts of Robb's undivided attention as the dime-a-dozen red-eared sliders which comprised the majority of Abby’s tenants.
Robb had loved them all. A heart as big and inspiring as his smile, rendering the whole manly package a dangerous investment. One of those Too good to be real deals that sported hidden catches. Only from where Abby was seated, she couldn't detect any flaws.
Even the one out of place ginger lock circling his ear could not be labeled defective.
Staring down at her cuppa, Abby observed the lack of a frothy-face which typically accompanied her usual order. New barista. Right.
‘Did you know there's a guy here who enjoys decorating coffees with animal faces?' Of anyone, Robb struck Abby as the sort to enjoy such a quirky detail - he owned an Amur Tiger as a pet, after all - so she elaborated, scrunched nose softening with a smile.
'Like instead of a leaf, or a heart or whatever, he’ll do monkeys and lions, all sorts of creatures with the froth. My favorite is the seahorse.'