Valerie’s POV

“Are you trying to provoke me, or are just too stupid to memorize my preferences?” he yelled furiously, pushing the coffee mug out of his face, and spilling some coffee in the process.

“It's quite simple, and in pretty sure your workload is not too much to make you forget my order. I asked for the Iced Shaken Espresso with just two pumps of syrup. How difficult is that?” He continued yelling furiously, making me roll my eyes at him, annoying him even more.

This is now my routine, every fucking day, I stop at Starbucks in the morning and get him his coffee. He makes me take...