He moved past me before I could think of something sarcastic to fire back.
“Caramel frappé with double cinnamon for Andrea!” the barista called my name, breaking me out of whatever the hell that was. “Thanks for choosing Sweet Seasons!”
“Really, Raina?” I grabbed my cup. “What happened to making every guest feel like a billionaire when they come inside? You should’ve shut him down.”
“Sorry.” Her cheeks were still red. “Didn’t you notice how hot he was?”
“No.”
“He didn’t make your panties the slightest bit wet?” She lowered her voice. “Mine are soaked…”
I didn’t have a response for that.
I turned away and stepped outside.
Mr. Impatient was standing near the curb in front of a luxury black town car, sipping his coffee.
Just walk past him, Andrea. Don’t say anything else.
“Excuse me?” I cleared my throat, and he slowly turned around.
“Yes?” he asked. “Would you like another gift card?”
“No, I don’t want another freakin’ gift card. What I would like is an apology.”
“A what?”
“An a-po-lo-gy.” I enunciated every syllable.
“Fromwho?”
“From you, for being an ass and acting like everyone else’s time is less important than yours.”
“Hmmm.” He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell his woodsy and spicy cologne. “I have somewhere to be right now, so you can get in my car if you want to talk.”
“I don’t get in cars with strangers.”
“What about men you’re obviously attracted to?”
“Then I still wouldn’t be getting in your car.”
“Fair enough.” He took another sip from his cup. “I’m sorry, Miss.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” He nodded. “I’m sorry I have somewhere to be and can’t give you what you clearly need right now.”
“That’s not the apology I asked for.”
“That’s the only one you’re getting.” He slipped into the car with a smirk.
I pulled out the gift card and tossed it into his lap before he could shut the door.
“You’ll probably need that before me,” I said. “And if I were you, I wouldn’t come back to this location. You won’t be allowed inside.”
“I’ll take my chances.” He laughed and shut the door, and I watched the car coast away.
Feeling petty, I snapped a picture of his license plate. Then I logged into our corporate “banned customers” list and added his car to it for all drive-thru cafés in the future.
