"HF-"
He slowly grabbed it, slightly taken aback by the act, picking up the post-it
Basil walked over and gave him his drink
"Here,,,"
He scowled at the staring customers
"Unless y'all wanna pay his bill I'd suggest you stop staring-he's a paying customer and if y'all can't handle that then take your orders and go. Got it!?"
His hands were on his hips, staring them down with surprising ferocity-he wasn't exactly physically intimidating-it was more like being yelled at by your pissed off mom-which was scary in its own right.