"Perry Thorne leaned back against the counter of the small coffee shop on campus, one ankle crossed over the other as he scrolled leisurely through his phone. He knew he was in the way, but he didn’t give a shit. He just wanted his coffee. So when the barista called his name and handed him the wrong one, he was pissed."

“This isn’t the right fucking drink, you know.”

"Perry Thorne sneered, holding up his coffee cup to the barista standing behind the counter, his eyes cold and narrowed in irritation."