“You’re denying me caffeine,” I state, to be sure I’m understanding what will be put on the police report as my motive. “Oh, I know how much you love your caffeine, Coffee Shop, but ya need to eat. Water too.” Inch by inch, I lift my glare to Loch’s face. “Give me. That coffee.” “Eat. Your food.” He holds my coffee back far enough that I’d have to basically wrestle him to get it.
