Caffeine was the last thing I needed. Nerves fried from the onslaught of today's events. I licked at my lips, reminiscing. The whiskey on Jared's tongue, singeing my own. I relished that taste as I hopped from foot to foot in line, reading the same menu item over and over. What the hell was a frosted caramel macchiato?
I had no idea. I struggled through the words as I ordered it. Branch out Mila.
"And a croissant?" The young girl asked, her curly dark hair blowing as the shop door opened. People coming and going with purpose.
"Uhm. . ." I glanced at the glass display and then the crumpled up five-dollar bill in my hand.
"Just the . . . drink." I wasn't entirely sure if there was coffee in whatever I ordered.
"Please." The beautiful girl giggled and blew a tiny pink bubble. She grabbed
