The Perk, Tuesday Afternoon
For once, Karla wasn't making tragic faces at all the coffee on display that she was (mostly) not allowed to have. It was fall on the island, which meant caramel apple cider. Her mug was two-thirds cider, the remaining third was the Perk's delicious whipped cream which extended into a high, unsteady mound in the air. Just looking at it made her smile.
Warren was also thrilled that it was cider season, because it meant that he could enjoy an Americano for the first time in...months? Without getting in trouble, even.
It was heaven.
"Did you know that they tried to convince me to add pumpkin spice to my cider?" Karla asked. "You don't know what I had to threaten to convince them to never mention that phrase in my presence again."
Warren was also thrilled that it was cider season, because it meant that he could enjoy an Americano for the first time in...months? Without getting in trouble, even.
It was heaven.
"Did you know that they tried to convince me to add pumpkin spice to my cider?" Karla asked. "You don't know what I had to threaten to convince them to never mention that phrase in my presence again."