Carlos was taken off-guard, but he merely gave the other a contemplative frown before reaching out to comply. “Uh… alright,” he said.
She
sat up a little and set her tea on the table. “Oh, well, uh… Work. I,
uh… I have a little online shop where I sell custom tea blends and some
other… stuff like that,” she said with a sheepish smile. “Doesn’t make a
ton of money, but it pays the bills.”“Oh, really?” Carlos asked, interested. “That sounds pretty
fun! I honestly don’t know much about tea because I don’t drink it. But that
sounds interesting. Do you come up with the blends on your own?”“For the most part, yeah. I mean, I do get inspiration from certain stuff. Like, I have an apple pie blend that I like, it sells pretty well. There’s some other dessert ones. I do have some others that are basically me trying to imitate other tea flavors I’ve tried, or improve upon them. Other stuff is uh, a little weird, like… colors. Not like, ‘Oh, this one is called Yellow, so all the ingredients in it are yellow,’ it’s more like, ‘This one is called Yellow, because this is how the color yellow makes me feel.’ Ya know?” She shrugged, looking down at the table, a little bit embarrassed. “That sounds silly…”
Carlos just smiled at her and shook his head. “Not really,”
he said. “I wasn’t a psychology major, but I find it very fascinating. This
reminds me of Fantasia – the original one – and the first piece they did had a
bunch of colors and images that people might see when listening to music. So… I
don’t think it’s a strange concept at all.”
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