“Please I just need to use the bathroom." You seethed.

“The restroom code is only for customers, I’ve said this several times.” The worker tutted and ignored you. “Latte for Michelle?”

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed at that. “Just let me go!“

“Hey, honey. I’m about to order, you still haven’t chosen what you want, right?” Your gaze darted to him, who was standing at the cashier, hands in my jean pockets, staring right at you.