Cynthia, too, checks her bag. She has six dollars and some change; probably just enough for a pastry and a small latte. She's had like two lattes today already, but does she care? No.

"Yeah, I think I could go for a latte..." she says, as she enters the cafe. She holds the door open for Miko. "And maybe a little slice of cake, if they have any. I haven't had cake in way too long."