Worst Customer Ever
"Hey Rose, someone just took 5." Liz - Rose's best friend in Chicago - called across the counter.
"I'm going, I'm going. Keep your panties on." With another swig of her coffee, Rose straightened her waist apron and strode over to the newly occupied table.
"This is rather quaint. It's very fitting that you would work here."
"Crowley?!" Rose looked over her shoulder to check if her coworkers were watching. "What are you doing here?"
"I have a...let's call it a meeting tonight, so I thought I'd drop by earlier to check on you." He smirked at the girl.
"Check in on me? You realize I'm a hunter right?" She placed a hand on her hip.
"Retired, love."
"Doesn't mean I can't kick ass anymore." Rose huffed. "Did you want something or are you just here to bother me?"
"That's harsh, love." Rose rolled her eyes. "But since you asked so nicely, what do you recommend?"
"Club it is. Any allergies, aversions, or dislikes I should know about? Besides salt, that is." Crowley shook his head.
Rolling her eyes yet again and stifling a laugh, Rose went to back to the kitchen.