Ren’s POV.

“Coffee black, and a chocolate milk with whip cream,” the waitress un-ceremonially states.

She plops down the mug and glass on the table, sliding the overwhelming glass of chocolate milk toward Pauly’s kid sister. The whipped topping sloshed over the side of the glass. The sticky substance drips down the glass, landing on the plastic top of the table.

“Thank you,” I say turning my nose up at the mess in ...