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 Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 8:59 am
She knew that the barista was the one who made the drinks. She also knew that this failure of a waitress was the one who told him what to make. Considering how long it had taken her to bring it over the first time? It was also just as likely that she had done something to it then too. Either way, Katrina didn’t trust Prissy at all.
“Pretty sure you’re older than I am.” She muttered as she took the cup, nose wrinkling at the way the waitress was calling her ‘ma’am’ now, adding in an exaggerated eye-roll at the end. “You really need to work on your people skills, Priss.” Katrina slid out of the booth, tucking the biscotti into her bag before snatching her phone off of the table as well.
Things gathered she made her way over to the counter, stuffing the ten that she would have paid for everything with into the barista’s tip canister, hoping that it wasn’t something he split with the pinkette at the end of the shift. “You really should consider finding another waitress. Miss Personality isn’t going to win you any return customers, even if her pink curls and pouty lips draw them in. My condolences that you’re stuck working with her.”
Turning on heel she headed out of the cafe, trying to think of a way to not let this ruin her day completely.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 9:04 am
The corner of her eye twitched as the younger woman shortened her nickname. Prissy wasn’t a difficult name to remember, heck, it was even the shorter version of her name. It hadn’t occurred to her that perhaps the girl was being insulting - Prissy just credited it to her being an insufferable customer.
She watched her go up and pay Daniel for -- wait --- was that a tip?
Oh, that little witch.
Biting her bottom lip, she struggled to keep the smile on her face as she gave the woman a brief wave as she departed the store. There was no telling what she had told Daniel, but whatever she had said to him conjured a disappointed expression across his face in Priscilla’s general direction.
Hmph.
Shrugging her shoulders, she glided her way behind the little counter space, ducking back into the storage room. There were one or two more hidden chocolate chip cookies in need of devouring and she could really use the sweetness after dealing with such a sourpuss customer!
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