"God… ugh… how does he do it so good?"
Amanda had her tongue sticking way out, pulling a grimace looking like one of those children's toys you squeeze as hard as you can… and the bitterness coating her entire mouth, nearly had her retching her insides, definitely had the makings of an arm-wrestling champion, with how far it had her eyes bulging out of their sockets.
"Handsome barista you are not, Amanda," She reprimanded herself, still gagging, while swiftly pouring the rest of the brown sludge teeming the rims of her favorite mug down the hungry sink. "Good try, though."
Yet despite her tongue feeling as if it'll never taste anything again, the coffee, if she dared even called it that, did the trick—if she wasn't awake before, then she definitely was now.
