Bjorn’s caustic commentary left Millie momentarily winded. She fixed him with a piercing gaze, her eyes aglow with indignant fury. The audacity of this tattooed oaf to liken her intellect to that of a pig?

“What are you staring at? Don’t dawdle; serve my coffee, you malodorous wench,”

Bjorn chided impatiently.

“This lout is overstepping his bounds. It’s time we taught him some manners.”

Derek leaned towards Marcus with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Observing the escalating tension, Marcus, however, furrowed his brows, his gaze softening as it fell on Millie, who was struggling to contain her anger.

let’s observe how the drama

continued his verbal assault. “Are you hard

Millie to the brink of her tolerance. Such humiliation was unmerited, she ruminated. As a mere waitress, what could she have possibly done to warrant this? She’d traversed a multitude of workplaces, yet none had housed a patron as reprehensibly discourteous as

resolve she could muster, Millie presented the cup of coffee before Bjorn and swiveled

reflected, swallowing indignity was a small price to pay for a greater cause. The potential implications for her dear friend Grace at this establishment were a primary concern.

as the village fool, she decided his provocations were unworthy of her

taken her first step of retreat, the shrill sound

cup, this time at an appropriate temperature,” Bjorn

touch of incredulity lighting them. Was this man off his rocker? Was there

Millie conceded

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