"Same place as everybody else," Eleanor murmured over her shoulder as she stole a look at the brunette out of the corner of her eye. "A garage." She caught her lower lip in her teeth and hitched a shoulder. "Had it a while now, finally old enough to take it out legally." Not that she hadn't done it before, illegally.
When the woman in front of her took her time with making an order, Eleanor exhaled and rolled her eyes. "Just pick the double chocolate chip muffin already. You and I know you want to, but you don't think you should because it goes right to your thighs, which by the way I think you're right about."
The woman in front looked very affronted not to mention exceedingly insulted, unable to form a retort that didn't have her flailing. Eleanor was totally unaffected, just impatient to get her coffee already.