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?”
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