As soon as the guy in front of her turned around, Cordy drew in an exasperated breath of air, anticipating what had to come next. She would get tied up on a simple coffee run exchanging 'pleasantries' with Lindsey-Supposedly-Not-Evil-Anymore-McDonald. Call her crazy, but she just wasn't in the mood.
And what was he playing at, anyway? The smile, the civility? That just made him even creepier.
"Um. Hi." She was short and downright cold, making it perfectly clear that she wanted nothing to do with him as she addressed the barista with a dazzling smile. "I'll have a nonfat french vanilla latte, please."