A Simple Order, A Strange Encounter

The shift began like any other, routine and uneventful. I had just taken her order when I noticed something off—her attitude was sharp, dismissive, like I was invisible. I brushed it off, thinking it was a passing moment. But then, without warning, she threw her juice right in my face.

The whole café went silent. Patrons froze, eyes glued to the scene, eager to see how I would react. I wasn’t about to just wipe it off and pretend nothing happened. No, this was my moment. I stood there, calm and composed, already plotting my next move. Something far more satisfying was about to unfold.

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