She stared at me, and I tried my best not to blink. Her spidery lashes did not meet for an instant and I could feel her eyes boring into my soul. I knew that if I broke eye contact I would succumb to the spell she had just cast. Either way, it was utterly impossible to look away. 

It took me a moment to realise the incantation she had muttered was in English.

“Wha..what?” I stammered.

“Honey I said a cold, no ice, triple shot venti ristretto breve half soy two pumps vanilla with no foam. Also, a blueberry muffin.”