"Yes, of course! Yes, ma'am!" Yup, there came the social anxiety right on schedule. Her heart was fluttering in fear and shame, in that overreacting way one did when causing a slight that would be far less noticeable to the person who'd actually received it. Ultra sweet got two pumps of syrup, and Genevieve tried not to look at her while she steamed up the milk.

Stupid, stupid. As if she didn't have the same problems.