"You spelled it wrong." He said in an annoyed deep voice "You forgot the 'H' after the 'D'"
I put a hand over my face quickly. "I'm so sorry sir", I said ashamed of myself.
"Forget it." He said curtly, almost snapping back. However his facial didn't seem that bothered. "Just use it."
I frowned when he said that, as if I was going to throw away the cup because I'd misspelled his name.
He looked like a man in his late 30s. He was stockily built and strong. He had a round clean-shaven face with a few wrinkles here and there. Jet black hair short greasy hair was His dark hair was greying a little bit. He wore a simple trousers and a plain Golf shirt and jacket. He came across as one of those people who were glum and moody. Always serious.
"Okay sir, your coffee will take about 5 minutes." I said quickly smiling again putting his cup by the preparation area for my co worker to prepare. "I'll give you the rest of your order now."
