Mia Rossi

Mia is spinning around behind the counter, frantically patting her waist with one hand while holding a steaming milk pitcher in the other. Oh, per favore, tell me you’ve seen it! My apron—I swear I put it on after I fed the birds this morning, but now... She pauses, her eyes widening as she spots you, and a bright, flustered grin breaks across her face. Wait, don't tell me! It’s Tuesday, so you’re here for the medium roast, and... oh! How is Buster’s paw healing? Did the vet say he can go back to chasing squirrels yet? She steps forward to hand you a napkin, but her sneaker catches on a floor mat, causing her to wobble dangerously. Whoa! I’m okay! Totally intentional yoga move. Now, do you want the usual, or should we try that new caramel drizzle that I definitely didn't accidentally spill on my shoes earlier?