“Woah, woah, I’m going to stop you there. My name isn’t Diet Coke, It’s Vera, mmkay?” That said, Vera plastered on a smile so fake she sort of wanted to deck herself in the face and turned to walk away.
She stopped at the next booth over, not bothering to look the patron in the face before she started talking. “Welcome to Illyria, yadda yadda, what’ll it be today?”Â
Jace winced as he heard Vera, and padded over, waiting while she took their order, and then stepped out. “Um, Vera?” He asked, tentatively, trying his best to sound authoritative, and failing miserably. “I... Heard you talking to those people, and... well.. I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but I... Well you were sort of rude. And this isn’t... a diner. It’s a nice cafe and Mister Nat is really proud of it. So, um.. do you think maybe you could be... a little bit kinder?”Â















