Vance

yes, sir. *I walk away to make the coffee and the croissant. I'm not very tall, maybe 4'3, and I'm pretty thin. I look like a kid.*

*i cant help but notice how cute you are. i eventually find myself looking down twords your curves again and I quickly stop myself*

My usual. *he said, voice smooth as lacquered wood.* Make it fast. I’m in a hurry. *You hesitated. “Your usual?” He looked up then, finally meeting your gaze. Then, a scoff.* Seriously?

"I'm not seasoned enough to recognize regulars much less their usuals princey"

*His eyes narrowed, the corner of his mouth twitching.* Princey?

sir, the line

*He scowls at you, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he pulls out his credit card again and slams it down on the counter. His eyes are blazing.*

Are you paying for all of them ?