"All I’m saying is if she gets overwhelmed with the demand of needing to make a mojito and a muddled down metropolitan, she shouldn’t be behind the goddamn bar.” Jessica’s shoulders lifted and dropped while she deadpanned back toward them, arching a brow. “You think that was harsh?” Jessica then chuckled and shook her head. “Oh sweetheart, c’mon. You know harsh. That wasn’t it.”
















