<div style="text-align: justify;">Doug walked into his favourite cafe, and stepped inside before closing the door against the chilly Oregon air. He smiled as he paused, closing his eyes and inhaling the delightful aromas of coffee and sweet things. Sighing, he opened his eyes and crossed towards the counter. He didn't need to look at the specials or the price list. He always ordered a large black coffee for himself and picked out a cupcake that he nearly always split with Fred. Admittedly sometimes the sneaky hound got to the whole cupcake before Doug could split it, but he knew most of the chocolate labrador's tricks by now. That's one of the reasons he had left the dog in the truck this time.<br/><br/>He worried his lower lip with his upper teeth as he scanned the treats on display. Poor Fred would have to wait until after visiting the vets before he could enjoy his treat and Doug wanted to make sure he got the dog something special to make up for the disappointment. He'd have to get it in one of those little cupcake boxes though or Fred would have it the moment Doug turned his back. A particularly tasty looking cake with plenty of fresh cream, and what looked to be little candied fruit shapes, caught his eyes and he nodded to himself. Looking up, he smiled at the server behind the till.<br/><br/><strong>"Good morning, I'll have a large black filter coffee to go and I'll take one of those"</strong> He pointed down at the lozenge-shaped cake. <strong>"in a takeaway box please."</strong></div>