God fucking dammit.
You groan and flashstep over to the cashier and throw down a 5 dollar bill onto the desk. You pull out a red and black top and throw it in the air. Suddenly time begins to slow as you make her a black coffee and take back your top. Time warps back to normal as you flashstep back to your seat. You let out a breath of exhaustion.
Changed it out for a black coffee. My bad. And about the green tea, its soothing and it tastes fucking great. Almost beats apple juice.
You pour the cream and sugar into this one as well, thanking Dave for his generous accommodation.
I’m glad you like it, though it’s startling that you find it to shake the pillars of your gospel of apple juice superiority.
(Source : orphiste-blog)