Galway Girl [Closed]

[ambientmagic]

"Give me back my wallet," Evan protested mildly. "I already left a tip." He held out a hand so Miss Bridget could return it to him. She seemed upset for some reason. Did she--

Ah. She was worried about the cashiers. How did she know that he..? It didn't matter for now. "Luckily, drawers are counted very carefully at the end of every shift, and then the money is taken to the bank at the end of the day," Evan informed her cheerfully. "If something comes out incorrectly there, it's a clerical error and not a disaster. The baristas here are very conscientious about making correct change. I wouldn't worry about it." He waved a hand airily, collected their drinks, and flopped down at his favorite table.

The second Bree joined him he hopped back up. "Straws!" he exclaimed. "I forget about those. And have you had breakfast? My treat, as I said." He waved his wallet teasingly at her.

He walked off to the counter to grab a couple of straws without waiting for her answer.