He reminded her of an arrogant prick she'd taught in her first quarter of classes at UCLA. Convinced that he knew everything. Seemingly bored with every word that came out of her mouth --regardless of her passion for the subject or the way that all of the other students were hanging on each proffered sentence.
She'd failed him. Deservedly so.
Her eyes narrowed with the patronizing statement. Little lady. Who invented that? Goodness. "Her name is actually Payne, not Susan," she said, with the same 'bored' expression he'd given her earlier. "Leave Bob alone. He has a right to wait in line peacefully like most of the general public. Aside from you." There was an itch on the back of her brain.. telling her she should know this man, but she would have CERTAINLY recalled him. What a pain in the ass.
She was happy to see the poor patron spun back around, and her eyes flicked to her side when Aaron hit it with his elbow. "You won't be buying me anything," she stated, reaching for her wallet inside the knapsack (a Prada from about a decade ago). "I believe you've already paid me in full with your comedic routine. Ha, ha," she said, falsely laughing in a manner that was completed with another eye roll. "I will take your spot in line, however. Thank you for offering."
And with that, she stepped past him and ordered a caramel latte with extra foam.