The old man elegantly poured a glass for Calder. The strange beige liquid had pieces of ice swirling inside the cup. Calder watched the liquid in his cup, move as if the old man was still stirring it. He gulped before slowly raising the glass to his lips. He took the smallest of sips and a strange sensation washed over him as a smooth, sweet liquid danced on his tongue and slid down his throat.
Calder's eyes grew wide, he wasn't expecting such a refined drink especially in a place where they focused on tea or coffee. He didn't waste another second and chugged the liquid back. With a satisfying sigh Calder held out the cup. "Well?" The old man asked as he raised a single bushy eyebrow. "It's smooth, silky, sweet and refreshing. I honestly thought the cantaloupe would over power the subtle flavours of cinnamon and milk but it does not. I love it and I need to buy four, no six cups please. To go." Calder reported.
