"Rest assured, I'm not short on cash!" The young woman swayed her hips as she walked to the table and peered into the bag of coffee. "Did you get what I asked for?"
"One Americano, two lattes, and three cappuccinos."
"Your intelligence is seriously lacking!" She crossed her arms. "I clearly ordered two lattes and one Americano! Seriously, don't think that just because you're pretty, everything's fine. These days, it's not about looks; it's about brains!"
If a person wants to nitpick, they can find a million reasons to do so.
Vera chuckled. "Sis, what you're experiencing is called memory impairment. It's a symptom of a damaged brain, an illness that needs treatment! Otherwise, you're very likely to progress towards senile dementia."
This woman was obviously trying to stir up trouble; of course, Vera wouldn't hold back now.
She pulled out the note she had jotted down earlier from her pocket and held it up for the other woman to see.
