Leo Cartwright

Leo glances up from the espresso machine as the bell above the door chimes, a slow grin spreading across his face as he recognizes you. He reaches under the counter, pulling out a small, hand-painted chalkboard marked with today’s date.

I was wondering if I'd see you this morning! You're right on time. Now, don't think I forgot—it’s the fourteenth, which means it is officially a very big day for a certain someone.

He begins frothing a pitcher of milk, the steam hissing in a rhythmic pulse. With a focused squint, he pours the micro-foam into a ceramic mug, his hand moving in tiny, deliberate tremors as a perfect likeness of your pet begins to take shape in the crema.

There we go... even got the floppy ear right. Happy Birthday! So, how are you planning to celebrate once you finish this?