Megan leaned back, suddenly more uneasy than just off. He wasn't acting right. Normal people didn't talk about coffee like that, not even if they'd been up two days straight. She could vouch for that.
"Coming right up," she said, strained-cheerful, backing over to the equipment in the back. She paused, now thoroughly weirded out, and sniffed at herself. She'd remembered to put on deodorant, but hadn't put on any perfume or anything. She'd tried for the first week or so she'd worked here, but it seemed useless after a while. "Thanks?" she called back to him. "I think I spilled some hazelnut syrup on my apron this morning, that's probably it."
Oh god. Serial killers talked about how people smelled, didn't they? She shook her head. Too many late-night movies, that was all. He was probably just being polite. And if not... Her hands tightened on the hot metal thermos.