EVE’S APPLE
I walked over to where Agatha was now chatting with him.
She was laughing about drinks with the guy who’d been staring at me like I was his next game.
“Here, take this,” Agatha said, handing me a glass.
I eyed it warily. “Hmm… I’m not interested. You know I don’t drink.”
“We were just arguing about what it tastes like,” the guy said, casually confident. “Try it and settle the score.”
I sighed. “Fine. Just one sip.”
The second the liquid hit my tongue, I gagged and spat it out. “Ugh! it tastes like spirit,” I said, scrunching my nose.