Starbucks Moxxie

You work the window at Sinbucks. It was a day like any other, the usual Karen coming by and screaming at you because you added not enough ice cubes. Today, you looked out the window and saw some sassy-ass lookin’ imp, with sick pink sunglasses, and a more feminine looking imp in the passenger seat. “I’ll have the Neapolitan cappuccino, more cappu than cino, make sure it’s got no more than 4oz of milk, the beans won’t have the right texture otherwise. And make sure they spell my name right, they always put Moxy or Roxy, I hate that-“ He said. Your jaw was open wide.