Bad news

The next morning, while trying to take orders, my mind was heavy because Cooper refused to tell me who Jasper is.

I made my way over to a table that had a group of teenagers that were being disruptive.

"May I take your orders?" I asked.

"Yes, how about showing us your tits?" One with long green hair said.

"How about you little shits get out of here or else I will send the videos of you harassing an old lady and picking pockets? I'm sure that they would love to throw you in juvenile detention for underage drinking, destruction of property, and so much more." I smiled.

Their laughs died down.

"I thought so."

"Apple pies would be fine." Another responded.

"No, get out of here."

I skated over to another table, that had what I guessed was social media influencers. They were all dressed as if they were going to Coachella, or had a meeting with P. Diddy.

"May I take your order?"

One girl pulled down her John Lenno