Chapter 32: That just got weird.
“Where are you going?" the fat man asked when Sloan tried to walk to the stockroom.
Slowly, Sloan turned around and grinned at being told to halt. Who did this guy think he was? The stranger sounded like he was the king-of-the-world or something.
“I'm not making drinks, so I'm going to refill napkins." Sloan held in his laugher as his eyes took in the counter. His amusement wavered when he spotted the cash. The man didn't pick up his drink or the money. That was a lot of bills to leave on the counter, and he wasn't even watching it. “You should put that money away."
The fat man ignored his suggestion and waved to the menu board on the wall. “What drink is complex?"
“Nothing is complex." Sloan glanced at the items. “But with the strawberry banana smooth
