It was another busy morning at Pedro’s shop. He was taking an order from a student when he noticed Lola walking toward him, her usual leaf gently gripped in her mouth. She stopped just outside the line, tail wagging, and waited, just like a regular customer.
Pedro chuckled quietly, his eyes meeting Lola’s. She waited patiently, her eyes on him, the leaf still in her mouth. As the line moved forward, Lola stepped closer, never rushing, as if she knew that she had to wait for her turn. Pedro finished with the student in front of him and smiled at Lola.