[color=7ea7d8][center][h2]|Josephine "Joseph" Smith|[/h2][/center][/color]

Joseph could slowly feel her energy leaving her and it was with a breath of relief when it was her turn to order. She cleared her throat, her eyes drooping before she snapped them up.

“Hello!” The Starbucks worker said and, even though she knew he was just being polite, Joseph felt her lip lift in a sneer.

“I want the biggest size of a caramel frappe and a small black coffee.” Joseph muttered, slapping a couple of bills on the counter.

“So a trenta caramel frappe?” Joseph rolled her eyes, leaning against the counter. “Yes, whatever.” 

While the worker was busy preparing her drinks, Joseph took the time to look at the customers. It seemed to be busy today and Joseph was itching to get out of the coffee shop so she could sleep and avoid Big Mama, maybe. Orion, Joseph’s hunting dog, had been sleeping in the truck since she’s been in here, as well, and Joseph hoped that she could get going soon so it wouldn’t be too cold for the dog. 

The Starbucks worker slid the drinks to Joseph and she caught them as quickly as she could, though her hands fumbled slightly. Immediately, her hand grew numb when it touched the cold coffee drink and the brunette grabbed a napkin to put between her hand and the plastic cup. 

Joseph began walking towards the door, but decided against ultimately driving until she had caffeine in her system. Finding a seat, Joseph slumped into the chair and started to chug her frappe quickly, hoping that she would be able to head back to Big Mama’s house before the black coffee got cold. It felt as if she had put in new batteries, liquid energy filling into her and a loopy hyper-awake state overcame her.