"I spent a couple of weeks in a closet trying to rip my skin off while voices told me to kill myself," she said bluntly. She shrugged her shoulders as she made her way to the counter... And then she stared at the barrista and meeped a little again. Then she stepped behind Aimon, holding on to the back of his shirt. Talking to him was one thing. Ordering from a strange barrista was another.
She said very quietly, "Order for me. Green tea. One shot of hot milk. No sugar." Then she hid behind him properly then, squeezing her eyes shut.