Coffee and soda was easy enough to remember.  Even so, Emily couldn't help but carefully pluck a shabby looking notebook from the front pocket of her apron.  Flipping the cover and several pages over the worn binding, she quickly scribbled down the order just before whirling around on her heel to head towards the kitchen.  There was a subtle skip in each step--a reminder to the world of the youth which still clung to her, despite her attempts at resembling an adult.<br/><br/>Her head tilted towards the direction of the two new arrivals, lips parting to inform them she'd be just a minute.  A moment before she could utter the words an arm all but lashed out in front of her, fingers curling tightly around her arm before yanking backwards.  A loud yelp followed as Emily nearly lost her balance and just barely managed to regain it in time.  While she was frantically straightening up, her arm was released, and she allowed her wide-eyed gaze to flicker towards the man she'd seen entering earlier.  He'd taken a seat on the very edge of the counter just feet away from the swinging doors that lead to the kitchen.  His coughing had grown more adamant, both hands pressed against his mouth while his shoulders shook violently from the sheer force of each loud bark.  It took her a moment to decipher that he was croaking '<em>water</em>' in between wheezes, and another for the demand to fully register into her brain.  "Oh!"  She exclaimed suddenly, stumbling towards the swinging doors and disappearing behind them.  The notebook she had used to scrawl the Fairfax's orders upon lay opened, face-down on the linoleum tiles, completely forgotten.<br/><br/>As Emily desperately rummaged through the kitchen, the man fell into a violent fit of sneezes which were barely contained by the drenched Kleenexes he still desperately clutched to his face.  By the time she'd returned, he resumed coughing, occasionally managing to choke up what she assumed (but tried her best not to think about) was mucus.  "Sir..."  The word was spoken timidly as the glass of water was held out towards him, several droplets running along the surface due to her rush to fill it.  Without responding, the man dropped his wad of tissues and snatched the glass from her grasp causing it to slosh and spill over the countertop.  Emily paid little heed to the mess since she was far too busy gaping at the tissues which had been discarded.<br/><br/>"Sir!  You're bl-"<br/><br/>At that precise moment the man let out another uncontrollable sneeze, spraying a mixture of water, mucus and blood all over Emily's front.  Too stunned to react, she stood rooted to the spot, watching in dismay as he lost his balance and fell to the floor with a resounding 'thud'.  The glass followed seconds after, shattering upon impact.