Kiri sat with her hands under table, she watched as the young man left the shop, the door bell gingling calmly as he went.
She was now on a table alone with this odd woman, who had mild pink furr on her head and face, Kiri looked back at the woman after the young man had gone, she felt a little affraid without him there but not enough to cause a panic attack, she smiled a little and picked up her cup of tea, the liquid quivering mildly mirroring her anxietys, she smelled the top of the liquid, she swallowed and then brought the cup to her lips and sipped from the top, the now cold liquid ran accross her tongue, Kiri spilt a little of her tea as she she recoiled from its taste shaking her head quickly, she quickly put the cup back on the tableand sat staring at it with confusion
"why would anybody like to drink that, it doesnt taste good at all" she thought to herself