“how much sugar can I have in one latte?” she hummed, leaning against the coffee counter. she was tired after a long week at the beach, but not tired enough to not wear her louboutins. nothing could beat her babies. “as much as I want. it’s treat-yourself-sunday, so that means, caramel ice latte, with whip cream on the top, with caramel on that.” she mused, tapping a nail against the side of the cup, the straw leaving her lips. “how ‘bout you?”








