“It’s your favorite,” I said as sweetly as I could. “A strawberry Frappuccino with whipped cream, marshmallows, and sprinkles on top.” “You know I have a reputation to uphold . . .” he murmured, keeping his voice low. “I thought it couldn’t get any worse.” “I guess that’s true.” He laughed before lifting the tall glass and putting the rainbow-colored straw to his lips. He looked pleasantly surprised as he took a sip.
