Catherine….
"This coffee is cold!” Yelled the blonde lady as she spat out the black liquid from her mouth, rolling her eyes like she had been given a cup of dirt to drink.
She scrunched her nose in disgust, which was a little too pointy and almost devoid of nostrils. Her doctor should be sued.
“Can't you people do anything right?" The other lady brunette grumbled, disrupting my thoughts.
Her eyes darted across my face to my apron and the name tag on it, in the most condescending manner.
While they were rambling about how cold the coffee was, I felt my nerves fray, the strong smell of their cheap perfume filled my nostrils, making my stomach churn. I wanted to throw up badly.
"I-I'm sorry, let me get you a fresh cup," I stuttered, trying to pacify the irate woman.
I grabbed the he
