He almost laughed at the funny sight but held it in. She wasn’t barking, wasn’t restless—just standing in line like it was the most natural thing in the world. Pedro returned to his work, slightly amused, until the line moved and Lola stepped forward with a confident little trot and placed her leaf on the counter.
Pedro blinked, unsure what to make of it. Why was she giving him a leaf? She looked at him, her head cocked slightly to the right, eyes expectant. For a moment, he hesitated. Then she gave a short bark and nudged the leaf forward with her snout, as if insisting on her turn.