Fifty Shades Of Ugly
"Someone's got to make sure you're caffeinated."
Chelsea shook his head, and took a tentative sip as Leslie watched, her eyes sparkling with amusement. The flavors surprised him, rich and smooth,
Chelsea savored the flavors, surprised. "This tastes good."
Leslie's eyes sparkled. "See? I told you."
Chelsea smiled wryly. "But I still don't like coffee."
Leslie's eyes widened, as if marveled. "You're immune! Most people can't resist my coffee. They come in saying they don't like coffee, and I convert them."