[It's not the name she's doubting too much. It does seem to be her name even if it's been abominably butchered in translation, but she certainly didn't order anything with vanilla in it.]
I do believe it is.
[She sniffs it again. It doesn't smell quite like the vanilla she's used to - far sweeter, with something strange about it. Something almost artificial.
Jane eases the lid from the cup, taking so much care not to burn herself as to make it quite obvious she has never removed a plastic lid from a takeaway coffee cup before, and she quietly inhales the strong, definite vanilla scent that doing so unleashes.
Carefully, she takes a sip, and the rim of the cup lingers against her lips as her eyes widen in surprise.]
Oh. [She lowers the cup to look at the contents.] I say, that's jolly good. Who ever thought to add vanilla to coffee?
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I do believe it is.
[She sniffs it again. It doesn't smell quite like the vanilla she's used to - far sweeter, with something strange about it. Something almost artificial.
Jane eases the lid from the cup, taking so much care not to burn herself as to make it quite obvious she has never removed a plastic lid from a takeaway coffee cup before, and she quietly inhales the strong, definite vanilla scent that doing so unleashes.
Carefully, she takes a sip, and the rim of the cup lingers against her lips as her eyes widen in surprise.]
Oh. [She lowers the cup to look at the contents.] I say, that's jolly good. Who ever thought to add vanilla to coffee?