“This is massive,” she said, eyeing the glass. She was wearing a small smile now. “And looks disgusting.” “It is both of those things,” I said. “You’re going to hate it, but you’re also going to love it.” “What does it even taste like?” she asked. I leaned over toward the middle of the table to take a sip. “Artificial blue,” I said afterward. “Well,” she sighed. “Blue is my favorite color.” I know.
