Lennon
“That’s gross. It’s not even cooked.”
“It’s sushi! If you didn’t like it, why did you bring me here?”
“They also have other food on the menu, food that isn’t raw,” I replied, frowning at the roll nestled between Kimmy’s chopsticks.
“It’s tempura; I promise you it’s cooked. Just taste it.”
She smiled sweetly, and before I knew what was happening, I was in a trance and had let her feed me. Then out of nowhere, my eyes began to water, and my sinuses opened up. It was like someone had lit a fire in my nose, and I had no way to put it out.
“Dear god! What is that?!” I yelled.
“Hmm? Tempura shrimp with some cucumber, cream cheese, and other stuff. This is ginger, and then...oh, fuck.”
She shoved a glass of water at me and, as I drank, ran over and beg
