I noticed heavy stares from the counter. Miles gaze was on the situation, almost as if he was hearing everything from a far distance.
"Alright. You clearly said you wanted two shots of whiskey but I guess you've changed your mind. What can I get you?" I was surprisingly calm.
"Are you talking back at me?" She spiked up. That flew the calmness I was cultivating over the damn window. What the hell was her problem?
"Julia what's your problem?" I heard Stefan voice intrude, but Julia didn't even glance his way. I could still feel Asher's eyes on us, staring with an unreadable expression on us.
"She is a bloody waitress here isn't she? That's her job to take orders and trashes" She said.
"Julia stop. Cirilla is our friend" Lyra's attempt to yank senses into the poor i***t was failing.
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