In love with his own killer

XI

Chapter 11
Elizabeth pov:

"Just go make my damn coffee." I ordered, aggravated at the employee. "And who are you to be ordering me around?" She fired back.

"Uh, a person who's trying to order coffee." I said in a 'duh' tone.

"With the way you're speaking to me, you're not getting shit."

"You got my order wrong, so go make me another one. Talkin bout "you're not getting shit" the fuck." I said mocking her now annoying voice.

"That'll be $10.99 plus tax $13.50." She said with a smile on her face. She better put that smile away before I punch it away.

I looked up at the menu on the screen above. "Bitch a cup of coffee is $5 and 25 fucking cents. Not you tryna steal from me too. MANAGER!" I yelled out in the almost empty coffee place. I know it seems like I'm doing too much for a coffee, but it is 6 in the morning and a bitch already playing in my face. Like it's too early for bullshit like this.

A few seconds later a manager ran out of where he came from standing next to the worker. "Yes Ms. What seems to be the issue. "A mid aged man spoke.

"Your worker."

"What happened?" He turned to her giving her a face. Ouu someone's in trouble.

"No let me tell you what happened." I put my hand out making her not talking. "I ordered a simple apple crisp oat milk Frappuccino with cocoa instead of caramel drizzle. I seen the caramel and that's not what I asked for. I handed it back to her and told her to fix it. She told me no and I said it again because I'm a customer who just wants her coffee then she starts talking to me with an attitude, so I started talking to her with an attitude.

Then she over here saying the coffee is $10.99 when a coffee is $5.25. She basically tried to steal from me. I could sue but I'm not because that's doing too much."

He took a minute and looked at the girl. "I didn't even do that. She's lying." I pulled out my phone and started playing the voice record of her saying all the things she claimed she didn't say. "You could do anything but lie right now." I just want my coffee.

"I'm so sorry for the inconvenience I promise you it'll never happen again." I gave him a tight smile not wanting to be in here anymore. He gave her another look, moving his head in my direction.

The girl stepped up, rolled her eyes and apologized. I nodded, turning to the manager not saying anything, hoping he got what I was trying to say. He left and came back with my coffee and before he could say the price I said thank you and almost took my leave. Key word 'almost'.

"You can't just let her do that, she has to pay." The girl spoke. I took a sip of my coffee, turning around facing their way. I sent the girl a wink, turned back around and got out the coffee shop.

And there you go guys. That's how you get a free coffee. I know it's a lot but it was totally worth it.

I don't think we formally met. I'm Elizabeth Peterson aka Liz aka Bri. I'm 25 but undercover I'm 23 years old. A lot of people know me as chill but a little fire inside. That fire only comes when needed. Like the coffee situation just now. And that was barely any fire.

I've been close friends with Treasure ever since the end of college then went training together. Same with the guys.

"Las perras siempre quieren probar algo." I muttered to myself. I just finished my morning run, I know coffee shouldn't be my first choice as to after a run but I'm in need.
{Bitches always wanna try something.}

Obviously if that's how my day gonna start Imma need more than just the coffee. Does a Frappuccino even have coffee? Is that why I'm still tired even after I drink it? I don't know but I need it.