The man slammed the cup on the counter. The girl behind it stared at it, then at him.
“I did not ask for a man-eating monster with this drink,” the man said with a measured tone. “I want a refund!”
The girl frowned, then shrugged. “I’ll need to see your receipt.”
“Receipt? Why would I have a receipt for a drink?”
The girl stood her ground. “We offer it with every transaction. If you turned it down, that’s not my fault sir. I’m only allowed to give refunds with receipts.”
The man then wavered in his anger. “C-can you at least take it back? Even if I don’t get my money?”
“I can dispose of the drink if you’d like, sir.”
“I’ll take it.”
He walked away and she took the drink. She made a face at the monster who had been standing right behind the man. “Do you have to do that?”
“Go away.” She might have said that, but she handed the blonde coffee over to the monster. “People think you’re going to eat them when you’re just addicted to caffeine. Jesus.”
The monster took the coffee and wandered off.
“Get a job!” she yelled after them.