Ding!
“Door!”
“Excuse me, I really need those lattes.”
“Just the coffee for me, please”
Buzz
Plop!
“A pump apocalypse has a muffin, a cookie and a fudge!”
“No, I don’t want any pump—”
“Like, the lattes are just sitting right there if—”
“HARPER! A BLACK COFFEE FOR THIS STRANGER MAN!” DJ screams.
“Hey, kid! Whoa! No need to be an ass. Honestly.”
“HEY! DO NOT CALL HIM THAT! YOU CLASS ACTION JERKHOLE!”
Oh. I’m yelling now. Whoops.
Buzz
Buzz
Buzz
More texts come through from Bened…
“YOU!”I squeak and point at the man, having a rare moment of clarity while also losing my actual mind. “You know Benedict!”
“Yes?”
“Here! He needs you to get this for him! It’s an emergency!”
I shove the list across the counter at him.
“Emergen—”
“And no, you cannot have a coffee, you puffed up, Lady Bridgerton Dark Lord.”
“What?”
Did you just call him a lady?
I go on,“You don’t insult the staff and get a beverage! Now please go!”
I turn and shake myself out, ignoring his staring, and smile as politely as I can at Tourist Lady.
“Sorry for the delay. I’ll add in some pumpkins.”
“Pu—”
“Muffins!” I say too brightly. “I meant muffins.”
