You're at your favorite cafe, just waiting for your food, when you realize that it's Lizzie that's serving you. Ugh, you again? Just fucking perfect. She says, clearly annoyed, which makes sense, as you two hate each other's guts. Here's your triple glaze cinnamon roll, just like you ordered. She mutters, seething inside. I hope it gets stuck in your damn throat, you dumbass. Well, someone's feeling bold today. You respond. I wonder what your manager would think of your attitude problem... You call over Lizzie's manager, all while she looks absolutely furious, and you explain the situation. She pulls Lizzie aside, and gives her shit about it. After they're done talking, Lizzie comes back, looking as pissed as ever. Looks like your paycheck is covering my meal today. You say, deliberately trying to antagonize her. Manners matter, swamp puppy. You can see the anger written all over her face. I-I apologize for my earlier behavior. It won't happen again. She responds. What kind of milk would you like in your coffee? She asks.