Chapter 7Sometimes technology bites. Literally.
* * *
Scarlett stood at the back of the line, just a foot from the door to the coffee shop. She listened to the woman holding up the line and smirked.
Dressed in an overpriced, black business suit, the woman had just grabbed her drink from the barista, smelled it and reinserted herself back to the front of the line. “I said I want a no-fat, half-caf, soy latte with no foam with sugar-free hazelnut and regular toffee. Do you understand regular, as in with the damn sugar?”
The barista struggled for words. His mouth moved but no sound came out. The blank, mortified look on his face screamed that he was newly hired.
“Jesus Christ.” The business woman threw her hands in the air. “Where the hell is that old barista? She was the only one in the
