Coerced and threatened, I was left with no other choice but to opt for a hot cup of a simple caramel latte.
Yet despite demanding that I do so, Nick still took my order with such deep seething begrudgement, like how dare I order him around like this… so I'm not sure what the hell I'm supposed to do anymore.
Nevertheless, a minute or so later, he was back with my drink and something must have gotten confused with something, because the moment I took a sip, I knew whatever the hell he made sure as shit wasn't a latte.
More like water. Very tangy water. Like maybe he went out back, scooped up a puddle of rainwater, and just added a bit of cream and cocoa powder to pass it off as something worth the five bucks I wasted on it.
