Cercei’s POV

“Large, quad, non-fat, one-pump, no-cream, chocolate-infused coffee,” uttered the customer, dripping with sass.

“Will that be everything, Miss?” I inquired, carefully jotting down her specific order. She wasn’t gazing in my direction, fixated on her phone, seemingly disinterested in my presence.

“Obviously,” she retorted, rolling her eyes dismissively.

“Coming right up,” I replied, offering a friendly smile. After all my time working ...