”I have some requests for the coffee shop. You see, I’m bringing over a date and I don’t want you to be disgraced~! Now where’s the manager?”
Ascoff, evident and obvious in gnarled dismay. How thick did this man honestly get? She does not pause from cleaning up the stained bar, littered with unused sugar packets and espresso grounds. Instead, she merely chimes in harsh timbre, eyes rolling.
❝We don’t serve swine here. And who would be so desperate as to go out with you, anyway? ❞