“This is coffee.”
“I know.”
“I asked for lemonade.”
“Sorry. No lemonades here,” Lucas says, struggling to keep his no-fucks-given attitude.
“I’m not paying for this.”
“It’s on the house.” He throws in a slice of cake. “This too.”
The boy picks up the plate and starts sniffing. “Are you always this generous?”
“Only on weekends.”
“What’s the catch?”
“Just freakin’ take it, okay?” Lucas’ annoyance rises with the heat in his cheeks.
“It’s not poisoned, is it?”
“Poison comes at extra charge.”
“Prick,” the boy mumbles, blushing.
“Yeah, I think you’re cute, too,” he mumbles back, hiding a smile.
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*Inspired by the prompt not lemonade from The Daily Post.
