See, when Inigo had requested to pay for the drink of the customer behind him-- a very pretty girl, in fact-- this really wasn’t what he’d.. First things first, he was absolutely sure the person behind him had been a girl. Perhaps too short for the barista to see in the crowd of people swarming the counter, but really, he’d tried to make it as clear as possible.
So, safe to say that a little choke on his own drink was given when a clearly not-feminine voice thanks him for a free drink. And he recognizes, just barely and by some miracle, both the voice and the face.
It’d be hard not to, if Inigo were to be completely honest.
He struggles for a second and wipes his mouth carefully, trying to take the quick gap to compose himself before he actually says anything. “It wasn’t supposed to be for you!” And Inigo is pretty certain the blond knew that, if he’s learned anything from their first encounter, “I was very explicit about my request, too! I can’t believe this.”