“What the hell, Granda? You are willing to get kicked out of this place over coffee? Seriously?” “It’s not the coffee. It’s the principle,” Killian replied, his nose in the air. Liam threw up his hands and let out a sound of exasperation. “What principle? That the people you pay to take care of you actually take care of you?” Killian crossed his arms. “You don’t get it because you’re young.”
