who? @cobwebafternoons where? last bean coffee shop
It is not unusual to find Isabella in one coffee shop or another on her free time, simply soaking on the atmosphere and drinking her coffee or tea peacefully. The sound of quiet chatter in the background is fairly pleasant a white noise, and she takes those brief moments to relax before she is thrown back into the quick pull and push of her everyday life. It's quite a peaceful experience, truly—
Or it usually was. That is not the case for this occasion, as she has spent the last few minutes witnessing a poor fellow trying to let the barista know that they had gotten their order wrong and failing spectacularly at the endeavor. It's certainly endearing, but a part of her can only grimace at the sheer awkwardness the situation presents. With a sigh, she removes the grimace from her face and dons a friendly smile as she gathers her coffee and moves towards the stranger. Once she is close enough for him to hear her over the sounds of the crowds, she clears her throat.
"Would you like some help? If you tell me your original order, I can ask the barista to change it."