Carlos was taken off-guard, but he merely gave the other a contemplative frown before reaching out to comply. “Uh… alright,” he said.
She
smiled as she watched him. No wonder he was so sweet, all that sugar.
She gave a small smirk. He just kept getting cuter. She had a sudden
desire to brush her fingers through his hair, and had to stop herself
from letting out an audible sigh. “So, do you ever drink any kind of
tea?” she asked curiously, trying to keep some kind of conversation
going.
Carlos looked at her. He then smiled apologetically and
shook his head. “No, I, uh… I don’t drink tea,” he said. “I can’t stand the
taste. I don’t really know why, I just… I don’t like it. Sometimes it’s too
earthy for me, or too bitter and even sugar doesn’t really help. There was this
one time where I was sick and My dad gave me this tea that tasted like I was
drinking a spearmint gum wrapper.”
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