Mr.Balinsky found himself slightly amused by this change in routine, but within seconds, things were back to normal. They stayed that way until five minutes before closing when the girl suddenly packed her stuff, rose from her seat, and walked over to Mr.Balinsky. All eyes were on her as she approached him and looked at Balinsky with an expressionless face. "Mr. Barista, I have a request to make.". Balinsky looked at her puzzled. "What may I do for you, mam?" She adjusted her glasses and spoke slowly, as if she was thinking out every word. "There was an accident at my residence earlier today. It left one of my dogs injured and the others in a safer location just for tonight. I feel uncomfortable leaving them alone for tomorrow. Could I bring all my dogs with me to the café? I ensure that they are just as trained and well mannered as this one." Balinsky was still dumbfounded that she could communicate outside of greetings and ordering coffee. "Er...sure. I trust you.". The girl thanked him and went on his way.
Balinsky's chatty companion watched the whole thing unfold and looked around the café. "Where the hell did she come from?" Balinsky was registering the words she had spoken. [i] all [/i] of the dogs? "She is a long time customer. She sits in the back booth every day." The boy rubbed his chin. "Every day, huh...actually, all these guys here come every day. Don't we deserve something like a VIP lounge or something? At least a discount?" 
Balinksy didn't see the harm in it at the time. Afterall, they deserved it at this point. He kept the idea in mind, unaware that tomorrow would mark the beginning of the worst chain of events mankind has ever known.