"Jamie," mumbled Bucky, slightly exhasperated and rubbed her right eye with the palm of her hand. "What are you talking about? I apologize because I was being a jerk. You didn't do anything," she said, frowning at the boy.

Messed up? He didn't mess up seeing as he hadn't even done anything for it to be "messed up" in the first place. Shaking her head she turned to the cashier lady a sour look on her face.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Where's my milkshake? And make it extra thick."

She huffed then glanced at Jamie over her shoulder, an eyebrow lifted in curiosity.

"I won't be accepting your apology by the way, seeing as I have no idea what in cheeses are you talking about."