Quentin had yet to contemplate what other changes he was going to have to make to his life, now that he knew exactly what he was. Not just a psychic but an elemental too, with a wise-ass familiar to boot and all sorts of other problems. He'd never asked for any of this, and while there were people in his life who were accepting of all of it, there were just as many who weren't, too. Like his family. No one would ever believe him when he said he hadn't asked for any of this. That he really had been born this way. That was why coming to Michigan was a godsend, he didn't have to worry about all of that here. Well, there was Renee, but depending on the day, they got along. Kind of.
So long as no one mentioned the psychic or elemental bits.
Hearing the guy behind him talk, Quentin glanced over his shoulder at him, one corner of his mouth moving into a smirk. "What he said." He jerked his thumb back, gesturing to the guy behind him. Quentin liked his attitude already. The second barista looked a little flustered, possibly annoyed, as she made her way back behind the counter.
"What was your drink again?" the new barista asked as the original girl stepped back, almost looking like she was going to cry. Honestly, Quentin hadn't been that mean. She should be glad she hadn't had to deal with his father.
Quentin sighed. "Quad, medium, bone dry cappuccino." Seriously, was this hard?