Teigen raised her hand like a child in a classroom. "Yo, can we try that new café a few blocks down? I heard they have the best mocha lattes!"

Zalgo rolled her eyes, but a hint of a smile tugged at her lips. "Yeah, because what we really need after training is a sugar rush.”

Alice chuckled, rubbing her sore wrists from controlling the threads. "A sugar rush does sound pretty appealing right now."

Rachel smiled, her eyes already planning out the menu. "A latte sounds good. Maybe a little pastry on the side?”

"Alright, café it is," Carmen said, a smile on her face. "We all deserve a small break and some sugar rush, right?"

With that, she led the girls towards the café, their conversation filled with both excitement and relaxation, a well-earned respite from their intense training.

The girls reached the café, its cozy atmosphere immediately putting them at ease. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans filled the air, and the display of pastries in the window looked too tempting to resist.

Carmen pushed open the door, ushering the girls inside. "Alright, gals, let's find ourselves a nice little spot and order the best mocha lattes in town!”

Teigen practically ran to a corner booth, her excitement showing. "Over here! This looks perfect!"

The girls settled around the booth, their eyes glued to the menu.

"I can't decide," Alice said. "They all look so good!”

"I know, right?" Rachel agreed, her eyes scanning the dessert section of the menu. "I can't choose between the chocolate croissant and the banana nut muffin. Oh, but the blueberry scone…”

Teigen grinned, mischief in her eyes. "The correct answer is: all of the above."

Zalgo chuckled at Teigen, her fingers drumming on the table. "That's how you end up with a sugar crash, ya know.”

"A small sugar crash would be worth it," Alice contended, her eyes locked on a chocolate cake. "Just imagine taking that first bite."

Carmen chuckled, shaking her head. "Let's not overdo it, gals. We need to save some room for the mocha lattes, too.”

The girls relaxed, their chattering growing in intensity as they discussed the various treats on offer. The atmosphere in the café was buzzing; the aroma of coffee, the chatter of customers, and the soft jazz music in the background creating a warm, cozy ambiance.

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After a few minutes, a waitress approached their table, notepad in hand. "Are you all ready to order?”

The waitress was not a human, demi-human or any of the sort, but a Volxie: a race of aliens closely resembling humans who hail from the planet Volxland and are the majority sentient species in the universe. She is a blue-skinned slender-figured humanoid with slanted, reflective light blue eyes and platinum hair with a metallic sheen. Protruding from her head are two cone-shaped, translucent horns that pulsated with her aura. Like humans, she has five fingers. Her facial features are soft and delicate, with thin lips, a small nose, and medium-sized ears.

The girls were surprised by the unexpected appearance of the waitress, their eyes briefly wide. The sight of a Volxie was certainly not common.

Carmen, quickly recovering, smiled up at her and initiated the order. "Good evening. Yes, we're ready to order.”

"Good," the Volxie responded, her voice melodious, with a hint of artificiality. Her eyes scanned over the girls as she readied her notepad. "Please state your orders.”

Alice, ever the foodie, was the first to speak. "I'll have a mocha latte, a chocolate croissant, and a blueberry scone."

Zalgo chuckled, shaking her head. "Can't help yourself, can you, Alice?”

Rachel smirked, joining the discussion. "Don't judge her, Zalgo. I think we all have a sweet tooth here. I'll have a mocha latte, too. Oh, and a banana nut muffin.”

Teigen grinned, ever the adventurous one. "I'm all in. I'll have a mocha latte, a chocolate croissant, a brownie, and...a vanilla cupcake."

Carmen chuckled, looking at Teigens' order. "Teigen, do you have enough room for all that?”

Teigen patted her slim stomach, a confident grin on her face. "Of course! I have a black hole in my stomach!"

Rachel chuckled, rolling her eyes. "More like a sugar addiction. What about you, Carmen? Any sweet cravings or are you sticking to your regular health routine?”

Carmen chuckled, shaking her head. "Nope, no sweet cravings for me. Just a simple mocha latte."

Naphi, unusually quiet until now, raised a hand slightly, her chill demeanor contrasting with the warm ambiance of the café. "I, too, would like a mocha latte.”

The Volxie waitress nodded, her expression composed as she jotted down the orders. "One mocha latte, a chocolate croissant, a blueberry scone, a banana nut muffin, a chocolate croissant, a brownie, a vanilla cupcake, another mocha latte, and... one more mocha latte. Is that correct?”

The girls nodded, confirming the order. "Yup, that's right," Teigen confirmed. "And make sure the mochas are extra creamy and sweet!”

The waitress, unfazed by the sugar content of the orders, assured them. "Your orders will be prepared shortly. Please feel free to enjoy the atmosphere while you wait."

The waitress turned to walk away to leave the girls to continue their animated conversation, but the curious Rachel shouted out to her and asked, "Hey, can I borrow ya for just a sec? I have a question or two."

The waitress paused, turning back towards Rachel with a polite smile. "Yes, of course. How can I assist you?”

The waitress chuckled lightly at Rachel's question. Her response was a mix of amusement and acceptance at the question. "Ah, you've never seen a Volxie before? We're an advanced alien race from the Extragalactic Empire of Volxland. I guess you can call us Volxlandians, but the term 'Volxie' is more common.”

Rachel was enthralled, her eyes wide at the revelation. "Volxie, huh. How many of you are there where you're from? I mean, does the Volxie race outnumber humans?”

The waitress chuckled once more, her voice taking on a more educational tone. "The Extragalactic Empire of Volxland spans multiple worlds, solar systems and even galaxies. We do not have exact numbers, but let's just say there are approximately 460 quattuordecillion of us.”

Rachel nearly choked on her own saliva, her brows raised in disbelief. "460 quattuordecillion?! What?! I never even heard of that number! How many zeroes is that?”

The waitress, her amused expression unwavering, explained, "That's approximately 460 followed by 49 zeroes. It's quite a large number, isn't it? The Volxie race has spread out across the universe since the dawn of our species.”

Rachel's eyes were as large as saucers, her mind struggling to comprehend a number so colossal. "That's...that's unfathomable. Your species has expanded so much. So uh, back to casual stuff before my brain implodes—what's your name?”

The waitress smiled again, her voice warmer as she replied, "You can call me Jali. It is nice to meet you all. Now, if you have no more questions, I must return to the kitchen to monitor the preparation of your orders.”

"Alright, Jali," Rachel said, still visibly awed by the number she'd just heard. "It's certainly been an enlightening conversation. Thank you for sharing that. You're free to go now, we'll await our order.”

Jali nodded, her voice returning to its more professional tone. "Very well. I will inform you when your orders are ready. Please enjoy your stay."

With that, Jali walked away, her long-limbed, elegant blue form disappearing behind the door leading to the kitchen.