“I brought two Frappuccinos, and before you ask which one I’d pick for myself, they’re both caramel. Because I would pick caramel.” “Hmm.” She stuck out her lower lip. (It wasn’t a surprise; he knew she had lips.) (It was still good, though.) “I like having a choice.” He handed her a caramel Frappuccino. “But you always pick the one I like best.” “That’s part of what makes it delicious! The microaggression.”
