"Your drink?" Amelia's voice was hoarse and unpleasant sounding due to her injury and although she tried to hide it, that did her not a lot good, "This is what I ordered, a medium black iced coffee." She crossed one arm over her chest with her drink in the other hand and swirled it around. She was truly in no mood to argue about what was her drink. She did, however, notice the ice was rather light...
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