“A Coco-Mocha café au lait, please.”
It’s Monday already, and from the stupid sound of the drink order, I know it can only be one person. I look up to find Josh at the counter, grinning like a fool.
“A what?” I ask, wiping my hands on the washcloth.
“Listen carefully,” he says, as if I’m the dumb one. “Coco—that means coconut. Mocha—that means chocolate. And you know what a café au lait is.”
I shake my head, grinning. “You want coconut syrup and chocolate in a cup of coffee and milk? Jesus Christ, that’s disgusting.”
“It’s today’s special,” he says, picking up the clapboard. “Give me the chalk.”
I toss the chalk to him and begin making his drink. As I pour the coconut syrup into the cup, I grimace. It smells like tanning lotion and can’t taste much better.
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