Soft jazz plays from the speakers of the cafe as Lola wipes down tables. Closing up wasn't so bad. It was easy to get lost in the routine for a bit. Plus, it was always nice to spend a little time with the cafe kitties before heading home. She occasionally glances over at the windows. Rain pours from the already dark sky. She abruptly picks up the pace, suddenly wanting to be at home, in bed, with a book in her lap. Lola pauses for a moment to pat Pumpkin, a fat little ball of orange fur, before scooping the cat up into her arms. "Nothin' against you, 'kin, but you don't have to drive home in this." She mumbles while rubbing the bridge of Pumpkin's nose.

Half an hour later, all the tables are cleaned, the chairs are stacked carefully on the tables, and all the cats should be in their room. Lola collects her things. Keys, phone, bag, book. That's everything. Per usual, she considers the possibility of getting away with stealing Pumpkin before deciding against it. One day. She thinks to herself while turning off all of the lights. Her hand is on the door handle; she's paused for a moment to flip the switch for the LED sign on the building off when abruptly, the door opens, hitting her square in the nose.

The hit had already dizzied Lola. She was standing there, in front of the door, trying to regain her bearings so she could curse out the guilty party. But whoever opened the door in the first place was clearly very desperate to escape the weather, as they didn't stop moving. Whether they saw Lola standing there or not, she doesn't know. It was dark in the building, and Lola would probably be rushing to get out of the rain as well. However, she didn't have the time to debate this before her legs were tangled with the intruder's, and they were both falling through the dark.

Lola's grunt of pain is quickly followed by a hiss as her head bounces off the tiled floor. Oh yeah, she's pissed. Did they not see the closed sign? The lights flicking off? The scathing words Lola had planned to say die on her tongue as her vision finally clears up enough to see the face of the figure lying on top of her. They're a little blurred due to the ever-dirty lenses of her glasses, but she can still see them enough to know they're cute. It's silent aside from the rain still pouring outside. Lola wracks her brain for something, anything to say, but her brain fails her. Suddenly, the silence is pierced by a soft mrrrpp noise as Pumpkin waddles over and sits down beside Lola's head, staring down at her with as much concern as a cat can muster. She has to be okay. Who else will sneak him whipped cream?