Chapter 9 It Was Fantastic

• “You haven’t touched your no foam, triple shot, nonfat caramel macchiato with extra drizzle.” Elle’s best friend Stella giggles and then slurps her mocha Frappuccino. “Can you be any more of a pain in the ass when you order?”
• “What can I say? I know what I want.” Elle tapped her fingernails against her cup. More actual words have never been spoken.
• Elle wants what she wants, even if it’s not good for her. She never learns her lesson. She likes to get kicked in the teeth. She needs to have her head examined.