“Don’t touch that! God, you are relentless,” I snap, rushing right back toward him. It’s already clutched in his massive hand, and his eyes are scrunched as he reads the printed white label stuck to the side of it. “A caramel macchiato with extra caramel,” he says before glancing over at me with a smirk. “You got a sweet tooth just like me.” “Don’t be creepy, Johnny,” Anna says, appearing on the left with her shiny black apron on and hair pulled back out of her face. “Come sit down so I can get started. How much am I taking off, anyway? You didn’t mention that in your text.”
