“You’re at a coffee shop and I’m giving you your coffee, is what’s happening,” Miss Attitude informs me. She plunks it on the counter hard enough that a little dribble of brown liquid goes trickling over the lip. I start to riffle through my purse, but she shakes her head. “Already paid for.”
The barista shrugs, exasperated. “Look, lady, some guy came in and paid for it like ten minutes ago. Said you’d be coming in, described you and everything.” She’s already looking past me to the next customer.
“Jill?” Rae’s voice in my ear. “You still there?”
“Yeah,” I manage. “Hold on.”
I pick up the cup. It’s warm. I turn around and scan the shop. There’s a guy in a beanie on his laptop, two women sharing a scone, a mom wrestling a toddler into a high chair. Nobody is looking at me and none of th
