The self-proclaimed goddess ended up crying again. 

All I could do was frown and order her a hot cup of coffee.

I learned that having something warm in your belly calmed the nerves. Eating helps, because it tells your brain you're not in danger... Besides...

Who the h*ll eats a donut while being shot at... No offense County Police.

"Here, drink this to calm your nerves."

"Siiiip...Bleegh! It's b-bitter! Like pineapples!"

"Then add milk."

"... Little girl. Why are you pouring thick white stuff in my coffee?"

The goddess soon put on a frown as I volunteered to mix her cup with some fresh skimmed cream. At first she looked at me as if I was mixing in a sleeping drug... right in front of her.

After I encouraged her with my own glare, she sighed in defeat and tasted it.

"OH MY GOD! PLEASE MARRY ME♥♥♥!"

".... Di...did you just confess your undying love to a cup?"

"A-a cup? Of course not! I was talking to this drink! Wh-why this beverage was made for the gods! I-it's incredible... Human! Give me the recipe!"

"First, buy a plot of coffee farm in Peru and you're set."

"... Is that all?"

Either this Goddess was extremely rich, or extremely stupid.

Judging by how she was guzzling the $2 drinks like water, obviously not rich.