If Starbucks (shitty coffee, by the way) actually had alcohol they might make a killing - even more so than they already did with their world takeover franchise. But no, last Graham heard, you had to come to a bar for alcohol. Or a pub, as it were. So the look like he had two heads simply earned a shrug. "It's for a friend - she likes hot chocolate, I thought I'd add a kick to it," he explained. But receiving it halfway through his beverage was fine enough.
He paid for both drinks, passing along the cash and also adding a tip - because he was polite, thank you. "Ah, yes, I met Maeve at the other watering hole in town. Suppose she was sizing up the competition, who knows. Bartending seems like a good way to pass the time," he guessed. "Hope you don't get too many sob stories while you pour those drinks."
Didn't people just assume bartenders provided free therapy? Ugh. He was glad he worked in a back room and didn't really have to interact with others, unless Mircea was on a break and had vacated the store.