The cafe was warm and bustling, with lots of low chatter. The room smelt strongly of coffee and vanilla and the host looked up at them, his grey eyes warm. “Good morning. Table for two?”
He sat them down at a table by the window, passing them menus. “Our special this morning is a white cheddar and turkey quiche, if you’re interested. Can I get any drinks started for you two?”
“And I’ll have a mint tea, if you have it,” Poppy said warmly. He nodded, writing down the orders before heading off to get their items.
“No,” she said, her curls flying when she shook her head. “I’m determined to be not that predictable.”
