Anything For Lola
The flavor, though good, is accompanied by a spiciness that’s making me cry.
“Oh. Wow. That’s too hot,” I fan myself, breathing fire.
Justine quickly hands me a drink but tricks me. It’s cold apple Saki. It does nothing to tame the burn and only helps to increase the heat.
“Oh no. Water, please,” flapping my hands about.
I hear the geishas giggle some, and Justine too. She gives me water and a server passes me a sugar packet. Downing, both the sting subsides.
“Wow. That was too hot for me, sorry,” I say through gulps.
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