She stifled a laugh as she glanced at chick behind the freak, then looked back at Mr. Weirdo once again as he continued to ramble.
"Look... you're not going to order, so you have to leave, or I call the police."
"Fine, I'll have a regular coffee..."
"No can do... we're all out."
"There's a pot right there!"
"That's... for caffeine bombs."
"But you have it there."
"Look... do you see drip on the menu? No. We don't have what you want, so go."
"But..."
"Fine. I can make you a caffeine bomb, sans espresso... is that what you want?"
"Yes."
She turned, grabbed a cup and poured it about 3/4 of the way with the drip coffee and slammed a lid on the top, handing it to the guy. "4 pounds 80."
"For regular coffee?"
"... for a caffeine bomb. It's what you ordered."
Felicity smirked as he pulled out a 5 pound note, and she had the 20p ready to hand back to him, watching him grumble his way to a corner table. After making sure he wasn't going to bother anyone else, she turned to the blond who was behind him, and just smiled.