I duck through the door behind her. The place is jammed with customers. “You have any money? I didn’t think to ask Miss Jennifer for any.”
TK answers, “don’t worry, just tell me what you want.”
“Large with extra sugar and cream.”
TK grins and focuses her attention on the line of people stretching from the entrance down to the counter. They all sidestep and she walks unimpeded front of the pack. “One large black, and one large with extra sugar and cream.”
The barrista, a girl of about 18, repeats the order in a flat monotone.
“And these are on the house. Everyone gets free coffee for the next two hours.”
“Free for everyone,” the clerk answers then puts our order together.
TK snickers and hands the coffee over.
Rated PG. Contains mature themes, violence, and some profanity. You know. Teenage stuff.