Kitt sat beside the window in a small (and rather cheap) cafe, footpaws up on the chair opposite. Katka walked over with a tray, kicking Kitt's feet off her chair and placing down two mugs of coffee... Kitt woke with a start, grinning sheepishly "Thanks hun... Black, two sugars no cream?"
Katka smirked, leaning back in her seat and snuggling down into her bike-jacket "I know you too well... Extra strong black, with two sugars..."