In the afternoon, the air seemed extremely quiet.
As Sylvia Johnson pushed the door open, she saw Amelia Cobb sitting on a pea-green sofa with a cup of coffee on the table in front of her. The white gauze curtains gently fluttered in the breeze from the air conditioner, while the two cats, lying side by side, idly swung their tails, looking extremely comfortable in their leisure.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the two cats raised their heads to glance at her before lazily lying back down.
Amelia was looking down at her phone, but put it down when she heard the noise by the door.
Looking at Sadie, she said, "A latte."
Sadie replied, and closed the door as she left.
Sylvia Johnson went straight over to sit on the sofa, looked at Amelia, and smiled, "Do you still prefer coffee?"
"A person's tastes may change, but their hobbies are hard to alter," Amelia crossed her legs, her hands casually resting on her thighs, gazing at Sylvia Johnson sitting across from her.
