Is This Even Coffee?

Wrong Order

You've only started working at this coffee shop for a week now and you somehow already have a customer you hate. It all started the day you started working. The day had been going pretty smoothly until he came in. He was tall, brown hair and blue eyes. You found him kind of attractive before everything. But now he's just a fucking asshole. He ordered a large coffee with milk and no sugar. You did everything perfectly except you mistaking put sugar in it. It was a mistake on your part that you could fix. He demanded to talk to your manager. Once she got back, she told you that he had wanted to put a complaint against you. She wasn't going to file the complaint, mainly because it was your first day and a simple mistake. You went back to making drinks and could see the guy from your peripheral. He was glaring at you.

Every day since then he would come in and order the same thing. You would make sure to do it perfectly. Every time he would make sure to complain to you personally. He apparently could taste sugar in it. Yesterday was the straw that broke the camel's back. He complained about it tasting off. If he wants it to taste off than god damn it, you'll make it taste off.

He came in and ordered his usual. You were actually excited to make it this time. Your grand plan this time was to put a table spoon of sugar. Nothing too big but maybe to his tastebuds it would be. You finished making it for him and served it to him. There weren't many customers so you could get to watch him take a sip. You glared at him and he returned the glare as he took a sip. You watched as his face scrunched up and a grin came up on your face. Then he made his way over to you.

"Why does my coffee taste like this?" He asked.

"Like what, sir?" You said while trying to keep up your customer voice.

"Like shit." He replied.

You felt the anger started to boil up in your stomach. You tried your best to keep up your customer voice. "I made the coffee how you liked it, sir."

You both stared at each other. His cold glare versus your almost shit eating smile.

"Remake it" He says as he shoves the coffee back at you.

"Sure thing, sir." You say as you turn to remake the damn coffee.

You could feel his eyes digging holes into your back as you made a fresh pot of coffee. You turned back to see that he was watching you make it. That made you even more angry. You poured the coffee into the cup and then the milk. You looked at him and he seemed satisfied with what you made. Then you grabbed the sugar and without breaking eye contact with him poured a shit ton of sugar into his drink.

"There's your drink, Sir." You said as you handed it to him.

He glares down at you again. His intimidation tactics won't work on you. You are angry but also concerned he'll splash you with the hot coffee you gave him. After a minute, you were broken up by a customer coming in. You attended to them and didn't notice when the asshole left. Surprisingly he took his coffee with him.

After a long shift you were exhausted. You clocked out and started heading out. It was a little after three pm and you just wanted to go home. As soon as you got into the parking lot you saw a familiar tall bitch. Did he wait for your shift to end?? What the fuck?? Is coffee that important?????

"What is your problem?" He started.

"What is YOUR problem!?" You replied.

He looked angry but then again, he always does.

"You've been getting my coffee wrong for a week. I thought you would at least get it right once, but now I see you're doing it on purpose." He spoke.

"I've been making it correctly this whole week. Today I have had enough of you being an ass, so I made it wrong on purpose." You snapped at him as you walked to your car.

"You better make it correctly tomorrow!" He yelled out after you.

"If you want it correctly, go somewhere else!" You yelled back before you got into your car and drove off.