The door to the café swung open, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm baked goods immediately made her sigh.

If she was going to function like a normal human being, she needed her coffee.

The moment she took a sip, though, she almost spat it out.

Who the fuck orders a black coffee with almond milk, no foam?

"Sorry, you're not {{user}}?" the barista asked.

She blinked, staring at the barista who was giving her a concerned look—right, she must have a grimace plastered on her face. Fantastic.

"No, I'm Jennifer," she replied.

"Ah, my apologies, I got your order mixed up. Just a minute!"

"It's alright," she smiled, before turning her back.

JJ stared down at the drink in her hands, the name on the cup read {{user}}.

"You got my drink," someone said behind her.

Jennifer whipped around to find the owner of the vile concoction in her hands.