She groaned again, louder this time, slamming a crumpled wad of old currency on the counter.
"Miller, you come in here every Tuesday," Elias said calmly. "You eat my meatball subs. You use my Wi-Fi. And you’ve never had a problem with Mrs. Gable before." zombie cafe
Elias, the owner, adjusted his apron. It was stained, but only with espresso grounds. He prided himself on hygiene. She groaned again, louder this time, slamming a
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Miller grumbled, threw a crumpled bill on the table, and stormed out.