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“If she hates the coffee so bad, why does she keep coming back? If she lives I might kill her myself to have one less pain in the ass.”
— (1st pic) —
G: Sir, this is a coffee shop.
— (2nd pic) —
G: Favorite? Ha, funny. I’m not fickle enough to have “favorites.”
(A/N: It’s caramel mocha with extra whipped cream and added chocolate drizzle.)
— (3rd pic) —
G: Yes, yes, I’ll get to you, thank you…
G: Of course they know I’m also St. Gabriel’s pastor. Little hard to blend in when you look like this, and unlike the others I can’t just change this face like you’d change your clothes.
G: And look. I don’t care how people are spending their money here as long as I’m getting paid.
G: If someone wants the liquid equivalent of a bullet to the heart, then fine. You bought it, I make it, the end.
— (4th pic) —
S: Uh, Gabriel…we got another complaint from that 14 espresso shot lady. She’s blaming us for ending up in the ER again-
G: GOOD. I hope that witch dies this time.