You don't understand what it means to sparkle, clearly, Squalo. It's a shame.

Natsu isn't very impressed with the caramel but the rest looks pretty good. Her phone is out as soon as he puts it on the counter and she takes a moment to get just the right shot of the drink in all it's glory before plucking out a debit card and running in through the machine. The prices is probably closer to five bucks and she pays it up for whatever it is, because it doesn't matter to her. She's a little spoiled.

Picking up the drink she grins at him. "You're the best." And a tip plunks into the little tip jar as she takes a sip. It is awful, sweet and full of sugar and the apples make it hard to drink right and she loves it. She makes a sour face in reaction before everything in her face lights up in delight. He has other customer's so she stays out of the way but she's going to stay right there glorying in it's terribleness as a promotion for the drink he hates to make. And she's flashy enough that some people do take an interest.