Madison rubbed her neck. Maybe she could have been a little bit friendlier. On the other hand, it was the customer’s fault. It had been obvious that Sherry and Madison were having a private conversation.

Hopefully, Danielle hadn’t seen her exchange with the woman. Just yesterday, a customer had stormed out of the Archer after Madison had threatened to castrate him following his attempt to touch her ass. “Don’t tell Danielle, okay?” She wasn’t in the mood for another dressing down.

“You know,” Sherry said, “I’m not really in the mood for your childish behavior today.”

Madison blinked.

“I get it. You hate not being able to do something. Do you think Danielle or Jack knew everything about running this place at birth? If you want to learn it, I’ll teach you. But if you want to keep sulking and yelling at our customers, it might be better if you go home.”

“Y-You want to kick me out? Of my own coffee bar?”

Danielle came out of the kitchen, two full plates in hand. “Who wants to kick out whom? Madison, have you scared another customer off?”

Sherry didn’t blink as she held Madison’s gaze.

Madison was finally losing it, because a grin formed on her lips.

Sherry tilted her head, as if not quite sure what to make of Madison’s reaction.

“No,” Madison told Danielle. “Everything’s peachy here. Sherry was about to explain the coffee machine to me.”

“Great! But could you wait until Jack comes back? He can take over the bar then.”

“Sure,” she and Sherry said in unison.

When Sherry and Danielle went to serve the tables and Madison brought a regular his beer at the bar and some peanuts, she pondered about what had just happened.

Sherry stood up to you; that’s what happened. She couldn’t say what surprised her more: that Sherry had done it or that she hadn’t minded. After all, Sherry was working for her, not the other way around. Sherry had made that more than clear this morning when they’d been in front of the school.

On her way back from a table, Sherry winked and smiled at her as if nothing had happened.

Madison smiled back before rolling her eyes at herself.

“No, Wait!” Sherry stopped her by grabbing her wrist.

“What now?”

Other people might have thought Madison to be moody, but by now Sherry realized that Madison was just insecure. “When you’re done foaming up the milk, you have to turn on the steam again to clean the tube before cleaning it outside with a wet washcloth.”

“But I can do it later.”

“No. The milk foam is very sticky. In order to keep everything hygienic, you have to do it now.”

Grumbling, Madison turned on the steam, then took the washcloth and wiped the metal tube clean. “Happy now?”

Sherry smiled. “Happy. Okay, so back to the glass. You fill—”