“Damn, and you screamed high maintenance,” she was only joking because the guy definitely did not. Plus if she really thought that, Juliet was never ever going to make a joke like that. No, she’d feel so bad since she wasn’t the type of person to do that to someone unless they were coming at her.
The image now of this older man ordering like some of the teenagers around here was an amusing sight. Juliet could handle the fancy drinks, but she had to give so much credit to the ones behind the counter who could deal with the individuals that had to make their order insane. One pump this, half a pump of this, and lord knows what else, but Juliet couldn’t understand the point of all that. Maybe cause she was only slightly picky about her coffee since working in a police station, she had enough shitty coffee to not be that picky.
“Is it really? I may need to keep that in mind on using that as an order if this place ever decides we need all that sun again.” Juliet had no idea if he was around for it, but if he hadn’t, then he’d ask most likely what she meant. If he knew, then she was sure he’d understand. The screwed up sleep schedule that came from that whole thing had been hell. “I’m Juliet,” she offered up with a smile.