Joanna's gaze turned murderous as she stared at the lady who was about to pull out a chair opposite the one Amos sat on.
Frantically, she turned and searched for what to do.
Seeing the tray of ice Americano laying on the coffee counter, Joanna picked it up.
She started walking in big strides towards Amos' table.
"Joanna, that is not his order. Besides you are the one who always served him so you should know that is not his specialty," Leah tried to warn but Joanna was already about two steps away from Amos' table which happened to be not far away from the counter.
Reaching there Joanna pretended like she tripped and bumped into the lady in a pink short dress.
"Sorry, I tripped," Joanna apologised without any sense of remorse. As she turned to drop the tray on the table she glared at Amos.
"It's ok. Mistakes occur, I don't hold you accountable for that," the young lady said in a refined tone which made Joanna roll her eyes.
