"What the hell was that?" Andy hurried, her eyes still wide.
"I don't know, okay? Never mind it. We have bigger things to worry out," Wednesday dismissed harshly. When they entered the coffee shop, there were many people inside. "Go sit down.  I'll be right back."
Andy opened her mouth to retaliate but she had already walked away. She rolled her eyes and sat down at a booth. She watched her sister stand in front of the counter while the barista worked on the espresso machine, which was currently smoking.
Seeing her through the cloud of smoke, the barista jumped. "Holy crap!" He gasped. "Do you make a habit of scaring the hell out of people?"
Andy chuckled.
"It's more of a hobby." Wednesday responded bluntly.
He noticed her uniform. "You go to Nevermore. Didn't realize they changed up the uniform," he said with caution.  
"I need a quad over ice. It's an emergency." She ignored his comment.
He just stared at her, confused.  
"It's four shots of expresso." 
"Yeah, I. . . I know what a quad is, but, spoiler alert, the expresso machine's having a seizure, so all we have is drip,"  the barista informed, looking back at a man that was pouring himself a cup of coffee.
Wednesday shook her head. "But drip is for people who hate themselves and know their lives have no real purpose or meaning," 
The man heard her and sat the pot and mug down before walking away. Andy rolled her eyes and stood up from the booth, going to stand next to her sister. "Sorry, she's a little straight forward," she told the barista, shooting her a look.  "And not in a good way."
His narrow eyed expression suddenly abated.
Andy smiled at him. "What's wrong with your machine?" She asked, pointing to the busted device.
"Oh, um. . ." he stumbled. "It's, uh, it's a temperamental beast with a mind of its own, and it doesn't help that the instructions are in Italian." 
"Do you need some help?" She offered. The sisters wake behind the counter before he could respond. Andy took the instructions from him his hand and began reading, missing the way his eyes grew wide. "It says here you need a tri-wig screwdriver and a four-millimeter Allen wrench," she read the instructions. 
The boy blinked rapidly. "Wait, you read Italian?"
"Of course. It's the native tongue of Machiavelli." Wednesday answered while Andy just gave him a tight lipped smile. The boy looked between them suspiciously. "Here's the deal, we're going to fix your coffee machine, then you're going to make my coffee and whatever she wants and call a taxi." She proclaimed, not giving him a choice in the matter. 
"Uh, no taxis in Jericho. Try Uber?"
Andy titled her head. "What's an Uber?"
"A fancier version of a taxi." Her sister answered and started to fix the machine. "Plus, we don't have a phone. I refuse to be a slave to technology."
"Then you're out of luck." He looked down at Andy. "Where are you going, anyway?"  
"That's on a need-to-know basis," Wednesday replied before she could, making Andy sigh. "What about trains?"
"Nearest station is Burlington. It's half an hour away," the barista explained, his guard still up as he watched them work on the machine. 
Wednesday nudged her arm. "Hey, come here. Do you see that?" She asked, referring to the machine. 
Andy stood on her toes and looked at where she was pointing to. When she saw the issue, she turned to the barista. "You have a value issue. We've seen it before." She explained. 
He blinked again. "Where? You have one of these monsters at home?" 
"Steam powered guillotine. I built it when I was ten,"  Wednesday stated morbidly. "I wanted to decapitate my dolls more efficiently."
Andy slowly closes her eyes at the horrific visual. The barista gave her a strange look. "Sure. Grim Reaper Barbie, makes perfect sense."  He muttered to himself in fear. 
It made Andy grin.
He looked at her again. "What's your excuse?" He asked,  hoping to not hear the same frightful answer.
She shrugged. "I'm a dexterous kind of person." She replied and his lips turned upward. 
Wednesday finished tightening the value and the noise stopped and the smoke disappeared. "Wow. Thanks," he said and grabbed the lid of the machine. "I never met a pair of Nevermore kids who got their hands dirty." When he was done, he turned to them again. "I'm Tyler, by the way. I didn't catch your names, or is that on a need-to-know basis, too?"
Wednesday stare at him for a minute, unimpressed.  "Wednesday." 
Andy half grinned. "I'm Andromeda. But if you call me that, I might break your machine again," she claimed, pointing her thumb over her shoulder. His off-put expression made her almost laugh. "Just call me Andy."
Tyler cracked a smile. "Okay. I'll tell you what, Andy and Wednesday. To show my appreciation, how about I drive you to Burlington myself?" He offered.
Andy's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Perfect. Put that quad in a to-go-cup." Wednesday ordered and began to walk away.
Tyler quickly stopped her. "Uh, I don't get off for another hour," he clarified.
"Oh," she said with a slight frown.
Wednesday took out a $20 bill from her pocket. "I'll sweeten the pot." She proposed. 
Andy widened her eyes. "Wednesday!"
Tyler stared at the money and silently hummed. "Twenty whole dollars. . . tempting,  but no." He denied and Andy quickly looked at him again.
Wednesday took out another $20 and her sister groaned. "I'll make it forty."
The boy chuckled. "Uh. . . Listen, guys, one fun fact about me. . . I can't be bought, so either wait, or find someone else to drive you."
The sisters were silent. Andy gave Wednesday look saying don't mess this up. Exhaling, Wednesday walked away and she smiled at the barista. "How's your hot chocolate here?" 
Tyler's eyes went wide again. "It's. . .uh,  it's, um. . ." He quickly nodded. "It's good. Yeah, people really like it." 
Andy nodded. "Good. Make me one while I wait?"
Tyler blinked slowly and gave her a nod. Andy smiled again and walked away, his eyes following her. 
She sat across from her sister in the booth. At the look she was given, Andy furrowed her brows. "What?"
Wednesday's eyes cut over her shoulder. "He's staring at you."
She turned her head around and saw Tyler quickly looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. Andy chuckled.