“Can we get an order of those toasted cheddar bites?” “They have cheddar bites?” I ask, perking up. Why is he just telling me this now? “Dude, give me an order too,” I tell barista guy. “No,” Harper corrects. I’m about to throat punch him and tell him both his employment and our new friendship is over, but he adds, “Just one please. The ones I ordered are for him.” Oh. He ordered me cheesiness of his own accord. Ten points to Harper.
