As Claire stomps back towards Starbucks, she could not believe anyone would really be so anal as to drink only coffee according to the specifications, "grande, quad, nonfat, one-pump, no-whip mocha." How crazy is that? It's just coffee. Personally, she'd like her coffee without all these distractions, these dilutions. But what does she know? Mr. Tan obviously is set in his ways.
"Oh, Miss Just Black!" the barista cheerfully greets her. He's of Claire's age as well, and seems to enjoy his job. "You're back so soon!"
"I, uhh, yeah," she mutters, peering at the little note in her hand. "I, uhh, need coffee with these specifications. Can you make it?"
The barista's brow knits as he reads the note, but his eyes soon widen in recognition. "Hey, are you working for Gabriel Tan?"
"How did you know?"
"This is his favorite! He won't take any other coffee except this one."
