"Indeed they have, heh, well, my sweet cotton candy flavored barista...I must bid you adieu and farewell, and perhaps fortune will favor you that we run into each other again." Gear smirked and bowed her head. Gear pointed to their own cheek.
"One for the road?" Gear asked, requesting a smooch from the barista.
Soft gave Gearstride a smooch on the cheek. "Seeya some other time, Gearstride." Soft says.