“Just fuck me up.” Her red hair is pulled up in a high pony and sunglasses shield her face. She’s dressed in an off-the-shoulder black T-shirt and cut-off shorts so short the pockets peek out of the bottom. Quite sure she hasn’t been to bed yet because her makeup looks like it’s a day or two old. “Ma’am, this is a Starbucks. Not a bar.” She sighs. “If I’m going to spend ten dollars on a drink, it better make me—”
Put this on my tombstone when I die
